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LOOKIT! I wrote something! Rather, I started to write something and then I lost my train of thought and so I threw on a really weird ending and called it done. It is, however, the first thing I've written in months (more or less).
...Please don't hate me?
Title: And a... Happy Birthday to You Too?
Characters: Tezuka, Fuji, Cactus
Rating: G
Words: ~800
Warnings: I think the characterizations are both a bit off... =/
Summary: Fuji is silly and Tezuka has a press conference to go to after breakfast.
Tezuka's very first thought that day was that breakfast smelled good.
His very next thought was, by default, that Fuji was cooking.
And then he started to worry. It wasn't that Fuji didn't cook well, or that Fuji didn't cook often, or even that Fuji did odd things to food. It was just that Fuji didn't like waking up early enough to cook breakfast most of the time; that he was up and cooking meant that it must have been well past noon.
Tezuka had a press conference at eight-thirty and his first match of the day was at ten.
Tezuka took all of two seconds to process that thought, then jumped out of bed, ran across his room, nearly fell into the closet in his haste to grab something—anything—to wear, and was halfway into the bathroom when his alarm clock rang. It was an obnoxious sound, but he normally couldn't wake up otherwise. Tezuka groaned and doubled back, racing to turn the damn thing off so he could take his shower already. If he already missed the first match and the press release, he must have offended just about everyone there. The manager probably took care of it, though. Still, that would leave the manager pissed...
...and his alarm clock was set to ring at six o'clock sharp.
Tezuka checked and, sure enough, he wasn't late to anything.
He stared at the clock. It didn't make any sense to him; Fuji was awake enough to cook, for goodness sake. There was no way it could be this early.
The alarm continued to ring and Tezuka continued to stare at it, until an arm (Fuji's, he presumed) reached over his shoulder and hit the snooze button. "Good morning, Tezuka." Fuji sounded irritated, probably because the alarm had been ringing for a while now.
"You're up." Tezuka said.
"So are you." Oh yes, that smile was definitely forced. This was probably not good, Tezuka's brain was telling him.
"It's six."
"Really?" Fuji had that smile on, the one that meant he was this close to butchering someone to little shreds. "And here I was wondering why your alarm clock was ringing."
"You're up."
"Yes?"
"It's—"
Fuji nodded.
"And you're—"
"Yes, Tezuka." Fuji sighed, apparently ready to just let it go. Tezuka was thankful for that, though he had a feeling it wasn't so much a victory on his part as it was a mercy on Fuji's. "We know that."
"So you're—"
"Breakfast is almost ready." Fuji gave him a light push towards the shower. "You're really slow today, Tezuka."
Then Fuji got back up and went right back to the kitchen, leaving Tezuka with nothing to do but obey and take a shower. To be totally fair, it was a very nice shower, plenty of hot water and all that, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, by the time he got out of the shower, Tezuka's day had almost started to right itself. He had practically convinced himself that surely it wasn't all that odd for an anomaly in Fuji's behavioral patterns to exist. Surely he would have to worry if Fuji never woke up before eleven, rather than if he did it once or twice.
Then he got into the kitchen and eating area and the almost righted day flipped itself over several times.
It wasn't even the worst thing that Fuji had ever done, but it was certainly a shock first thing in the morning. There were ridiculously bright streamers hung all over the room, shiny birthday balloons with their tails in the way of absolutely everything, a banner over the sink that read in bubble letters 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUUTA!' and, to top it all off, a cake with five and a half candles on it covering fully half of the table surface.
"Fuji." Tezuka almost had a hard time keeping a straight face. "Yuuta's in France."
Fuji laughed. "Not that one."
"Is there another—" Tezuka stopped. Because right there, sitting where he normally sat, was a cactus. A cactus with luridly bright flowers. Oh. That Yuuta.
"Hurry up and eat." Fuji sat himself down. "You have a busy day."
"And you will be..."
"Celebrating with Yuuta, of course." Fuji said matter-of-factly. Tezuka actually felt vaguely jealous, but it was a very vague feeling and he didn't honestly feel like exploring it just then.
"Are we eating cake for breakfast?" He asked instead; Tezuka could have sworn he smelled something else—something very western and very not sweet, actually.
"Yes." Fuji beamed at him.
And then Tezuka woke up from his weird dream!
Or rather, he wished that he did. What actually happened was that Fuji (and the cactus as well, or so Fuji claimed later) decided to skip the singing part of the birthday and (this part was just Fuji) grabbed a handful of cake, blew the candles out, and threw the sticky mess into Tezuka's face.
This was not going to be a good day.
...Please don't hate me?
Title: And a... Happy Birthday to You Too?
Characters: Tezuka, Fuji, Cactus
Rating: G
Words: ~800
Warnings: I think the characterizations are both a bit off... =/
Summary: Fuji is silly and Tezuka has a press conference to go to after breakfast.
Tezuka's very first thought that day was that breakfast smelled good.
His very next thought was, by default, that Fuji was cooking.
And then he started to worry. It wasn't that Fuji didn't cook well, or that Fuji didn't cook often, or even that Fuji did odd things to food. It was just that Fuji didn't like waking up early enough to cook breakfast most of the time; that he was up and cooking meant that it must have been well past noon.
Tezuka had a press conference at eight-thirty and his first match of the day was at ten.
Tezuka took all of two seconds to process that thought, then jumped out of bed, ran across his room, nearly fell into the closet in his haste to grab something—anything—to wear, and was halfway into the bathroom when his alarm clock rang. It was an obnoxious sound, but he normally couldn't wake up otherwise. Tezuka groaned and doubled back, racing to turn the damn thing off so he could take his shower already. If he already missed the first match and the press release, he must have offended just about everyone there. The manager probably took care of it, though. Still, that would leave the manager pissed...
...and his alarm clock was set to ring at six o'clock sharp.
Tezuka checked and, sure enough, he wasn't late to anything.
He stared at the clock. It didn't make any sense to him; Fuji was awake enough to cook, for goodness sake. There was no way it could be this early.
The alarm continued to ring and Tezuka continued to stare at it, until an arm (Fuji's, he presumed) reached over his shoulder and hit the snooze button. "Good morning, Tezuka." Fuji sounded irritated, probably because the alarm had been ringing for a while now.
"You're up." Tezuka said.
"So are you." Oh yes, that smile was definitely forced. This was probably not good, Tezuka's brain was telling him.
"It's six."
"Really?" Fuji had that smile on, the one that meant he was this close to butchering someone to little shreds. "And here I was wondering why your alarm clock was ringing."
"You're up."
"Yes?"
"It's—"
Fuji nodded.
"And you're—"
"Yes, Tezuka." Fuji sighed, apparently ready to just let it go. Tezuka was thankful for that, though he had a feeling it wasn't so much a victory on his part as it was a mercy on Fuji's. "We know that."
"So you're—"
"Breakfast is almost ready." Fuji gave him a light push towards the shower. "You're really slow today, Tezuka."
Then Fuji got back up and went right back to the kitchen, leaving Tezuka with nothing to do but obey and take a shower. To be totally fair, it was a very nice shower, plenty of hot water and all that, but it was nothing out of the ordinary. In fact, by the time he got out of the shower, Tezuka's day had almost started to right itself. He had practically convinced himself that surely it wasn't all that odd for an anomaly in Fuji's behavioral patterns to exist. Surely he would have to worry if Fuji never woke up before eleven, rather than if he did it once or twice.
Then he got into the kitchen and eating area and the almost righted day flipped itself over several times.
It wasn't even the worst thing that Fuji had ever done, but it was certainly a shock first thing in the morning. There were ridiculously bright streamers hung all over the room, shiny birthday balloons with their tails in the way of absolutely everything, a banner over the sink that read in bubble letters 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY YUUTA!' and, to top it all off, a cake with five and a half candles on it covering fully half of the table surface.
"Fuji." Tezuka almost had a hard time keeping a straight face. "Yuuta's in France."
Fuji laughed. "Not that one."
"Is there another—" Tezuka stopped. Because right there, sitting where he normally sat, was a cactus. A cactus with luridly bright flowers. Oh. That Yuuta.
"Hurry up and eat." Fuji sat himself down. "You have a busy day."
"And you will be..."
"Celebrating with Yuuta, of course." Fuji said matter-of-factly. Tezuka actually felt vaguely jealous, but it was a very vague feeling and he didn't honestly feel like exploring it just then.
"Are we eating cake for breakfast?" He asked instead; Tezuka could have sworn he smelled something else—something very western and very not sweet, actually.
"Yes." Fuji beamed at him.
And then Tezuka woke up from his weird dream!
Or rather, he wished that he did. What actually happened was that Fuji (and the cactus as well, or so Fuji claimed later) decided to skip the singing part of the birthday and (this part was just Fuji) grabbed a handful of cake, blew the candles out, and threw the sticky mess into Tezuka's face.
This was not going to be a good day.