Tessa's fanfictions

[tessa]

I've written a couple fanfictions. If you want to read, you can check them out at www.fanfiction.net/tessaeharrison.
Or, here's one now. It's from the pairing generator. Ryoma/Tezuka, Speedos

Ryoma's eye twitched. He wasn't quite sure how his senpais' had talked him into this. Something to do with Ponta and a month, he remembered. Still though, the young boy was not quite so sure he would have accepted that month of Ponta for this.
It had started out simple. Fuji-senpai had invited them all over for a party. That alone should have sent off warning bells in his head. When they were there, Fuji-senpai then had shown them the food. Since it was after a hard practice, the guys had pretty much attacked it, Momo-senpai leading them.
Eiji-senpai then decided that they needed some sort of entertainment. Fuji-senpai's sister, Yumiko, brought out her karaoke machine. The young tennis prodigy was not quite sure if he would ever be able to erase the image of Eiji-senpai and Fuji-senpai singing that Britney Spears' song, Crazy. Ryoma was sure that he just might need therapy after that. Though, that wasn't the worst thing that had happened with the karaoke machine.
Somehow, just somehow, Ryoma wasn't quite sure he wanted to know how, Eiji-senpai and Fuji-senpai had talked Momo-senpai, Oishi-senpai, and surprisingly, Tezuka-buchou, into singing N*SYNC songs. Ryoma felt like that was torture enough since 1, the five sounded horrible, and 2, he had had enough of the pop music culture when he had lived in the States. Of course, the music was just now getting to be really popular in Japan since there always seemed to be a delay of a few years.
About that time, Taka-senpai had left, along with Kaidoh-senpai. Ryoma wished he had been smart enough to leave then as well. But, he had not and so, had been forced into playing one of Fuji-senpai's favorite games. It probably had something to do with Inui-senpai's latest juice, which had been purple. Bright purple with green floating things in it.
And so they had played truth or dare. Ryoma had stupidly picked dare though, when Fuji-senpai had asked. Which is why Ryoma was where he was now.
In a Speedo. And not just any Speedo. Oh no, it was Tezuka-buchou's Speedo. Ryoma did not even want to begin to think about why Tezuka-buchou had his own drawer of clothes in Fuji-senpai's room. That was just wrong, in his opinion, on so many levels. It wasn't that the fact that his senpai's were involved, for lack of a better of word, but the fact that they had clothes at each other's house. That implied something more than kissing. Since Ryoma was only twelve, he had yet to really hit puberty. So for him, just the thought of kissing someone was kind of disgusting.
Still, of all things he would have expected Tezuka-buchou not to own a Speedo was one of those things.
A car pulled up in front of the Fuji house just then and honked. Eiji-senpai stuck his head out and came back a few minutes later saying that it was, in his own words, "Ochibi's cousin coming to get the little guy."
Ryoma quickly threw on his clothes, thankfully never having left Fuji-senpai's room where he had been changing. Making sure he had everything, Ryoma practically ran away from his crazy senpais' and down to where his cousin was waiting for him.
Upstairs, Tezuka calmly made a remark about having to get his Speedo back the next day.

[yoshikochan]

LOL!!! Love Tezuka having his own clothes drawer at Fuji's XD you could write a whole sequal about that, heeheehee

[tessa]

Maybe. I just need to find the time to really.

[dyaoka]

............=O singing? dares??? SPEEDOS?!?! LMAO XD

[Shloe]

ahahaaaa~~~ <333 Ish loveee!!!11oneone!!!!11!!!...one

[LemonCherry]

lol! that was hilarious!!

[Sheenie]

LOL! I couldn't stop laughing after I read that. xD Speedos....

[tessa]

Okay, so at 12:30 this morning while I was watching FMA, I realized something. It was Valentines' Day. And it was Chouta's birthday. And I didn't have anything for him. So, Chouta, I wrote something. I hope it's good, I spent all night writing it. Unfortunately, there's no title.
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“Hey, let me borrow your cell phone.”

“Why?”

“I need to send my brother a message to tell my parents that I won’t be coming home tonight.”

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“Chouta-chan, wake up.” It was his sister, waking him up. It was the strange that she was doing this though. With a sleepy yawn, the boy looked at his alarm clock.

And woke up instantly when he saw the time.

School would be starting in twenty minutes. He silently cursed, something that he’d picked up from spending so much time around Shishido-san and Gakuto-sempai, as he saw his bus rumble down the street, having already picked up people from it’s stop earlier up the street.

“Nee-san, do you think you can give me a ride?” Choutarou called out as he raced to get dressed. Thankfully he’d already packed his school bag the night before, so that wasn’t a problem.

“I guess,” she responded with a playful sigh. She shook her head as he exited his room in a hurry, his school bag thrown over his shoulder as he hurried down to where the elder Ohtori sibling’s car was parked.

There was no time to stop and see friends this morning. Choutarou literally had enough time to place his coat in his locker and make it to his classroom before the bell rang. The bell rang as he sat down.

He realized that there was something sitting on his desk. Actually, several somethings.

Dear Ohtori-sempai,

My name Toudaji Suzume, from class 1-A. Please accept this honmei* chocolate as a show of my feelings for you.

Sincerely,

Toudaji Suzume

That was just one of the many letters, all of them accompanied by a chocolate of some sort. Luckily for the boy, most were giri* chocolates. And not all were for Valentines’ Day. There were a few who had remembered that it was also his birthday, something that had slipped the second year’s mind until he’d seen everything on his desk.

At lunch, every single one of the tennis team regulars had dropped by. First was Hiyoshi, who only got there first because his classroom was the closest.

“Eh, happy birthday,” he’d said, tossing Choutarou a wrapped package before disappearing. He arrived a few minutes later, a bento box in hand this time. Moving a neighboring desk over to Choutarou’s, the guy sat down. Shishido-san was next, his lunch already with him. Without saying a word, he pulled another desk over, placing it next to Choutarou’s.

As he was doing that, Oshitari-sempai and Gakuto-sempai showed up together. They were in mid-discussion over something cherry-flavored; the others decided not ask. Kabaji, who had gone to grab Jiroh-sempai from his classroom, arrived with Atobe-buchou, finishing off the group as more desk were snabbed from the surrounding area. Their owners didn’t mind. It was the Hyotei tennis team after all. They were practically gods in a way. Besides, most of the girls had gone off to deliver chocolates they hadn’t had a chance to give out earlier while the boys were wandering around, hoping to run into a girl who had chocolate for them.

Jiroh-sempai was prodded awake. A smile lit up on the boy’s face as he leaned over Shishido-san to happily present his, well, present to Choutarou. Gakuto-sempai pulled another wrapped package out of seemingly nowhere, saying that it was from both him and Oshitari-sempai. Silently, Kabaji was handed a package from Atobe-buchou to giver to the birthday boy. He added his own on top of Atobe-buchou’s.

Shishido-san took the gifts and placed them down on the floor between him and Choutarou, claiming that they should eat first, then open presents. That had caused a few protests from Gakuto-sempai and Jiroh-sempai, but before anything had a chance to ruin Choutarou’s birthday, Atobe-buchou had chimed in, agreeing with Shishido-san.

So, they ate. Lunch was not quiet, though anyone who had hopes of it would be were foolish. Jiroh-sempai was awake and happily going on and on about something or other with Atobe-buchou, who looked like he was really trying to let it go in one ear and other without actually absorbing any of the words. Across the table from them, Gakuto-sempai and Oshitari-sempai were continuing their discussion about flavored products, though they’d moved from cherry to strawberry. Hiyoshi, who was sitting next to Gakuto-sempai, was staring at his chopsticks thoughtfully, like he was contemplating just what would happen if he were to stab Gakuto-sempai with one or something like that. Who knew when it came to Hiyoshi. All the way at the other end of desks, Kabaji sat there, just eating his lunch calmly, as if Oshitari-sempai and Gakuto-sempai’s conversation wasn’t happening.

“Presents!” Jiroh-sempai cheered when everyone had finished eating. Shishido-san pulled all of the gifts up and set them in front of Choutarou. Gakuto-sempai grabbed the present from him and Oshitari-sempai and pushed it under Choutarou’s nose, demanding it be the first present opened.

Well, Jiroh-sempai was having none of that and practically pushed Shishido-san out of the way as he thrust his present at Choutarou, saying it should be the first present opened. Shishido-san scowled and muttered something softly under his breath. Meanwhile, Atobe-buchou had that look on his face that practically screamed, ‘open my present first or something bad will happen.’

He opened Atobe-buchou’s.

“Thank you,” he told the older boy, bowing his head slightly. “It is a wonderful gift, Atobe-buchou.” And really, it was. A gift card to one of the best music stores in the area sat in the packaging.

Since Kabaji’s present was right there with Atobe-buchou’s, that was the next gift Choutarou opened. It was another gift card, this time, to the sports shop that Choutarou knew Atobe-buchou himself went to frequently. By now, Jiroh-sempai and Gakuto-sempai had caught on to what was going on with the whole present situation.

The shared present from the other Hyotei doubles pair was closer so it was chosen before Jiroh-sempai’s. Though, when Choutarou opened it, he’d wished he hadn’t. His face went bright red and Gakuto-sempai started cackling while Oshitari-sempai smirked. But, Oshitari-sempai was always smirking, so it didn’t really count. Shishido-san looked over Choutarou’s shoulder and turned to glare at Gakuto-sempai.

“That’s sick man. Choutarou’s not into that stuff like you,” he spat out.

“There’s a pair of handcuffs and a whip under the box of condoms,” Oshitari-sempai added, causing Shishido-san’s glare to change directions. “And that’s supposed to make it better?” Shishido-san had practically snarled.

Hiyoshi’s present was next. It turned out to be a nice, plain black sweater that Choutarou had been wanting for awhile. After that, Jiroh-sempai handed over his gift, saying that Choutarou must have been saving the best for last.

“Well?” Jiroh-sempai asked, a bright grin that stretched from ear to ear adorning his face. “Thank you very much,” Choutarou answered as he showed everyone the small bear that the blond had gotten him. But, it wasn’t just any bear. No, this little bear was wearing a miniature Hyotei jersey. Choutarou wondered how Jiroh-sempai had been able to get such a thing.

“Hey, Shishido, where’s your gift?” Gakuto-sempai was the first to note that Choutarou’s doubles partner had yet to hand over a present.

“Eh, his parents invited me to come to dinner with them tonight and I’m gonna give Choutarou his gift then.”

Hours later, the doorbell was ringing and Shishido-san was waiting on the Ohtori’s doorstep. He was ushered in by the boy’s older sister and brought up to Choutarou’s room.

There seemed to be an awkward silence in the room for some reason. Of course, it could have been due to the fact that Oshitari-sempai and Gakuto-sempai’s presents were tossed on Choutarou’s bed with all the other things he’d received over the day’s span.

“Choutarou.” The boy jumped; Shishido-san’s voice breaking the silent spell.

“Yes Shishido-san?” Choutarou wondered.

“Want to go for a walk?” Shishido-san suggested. “We’ll be back in time for dinner, I promise.”

“Sure.” So, they left, telling the birthday boy’s family that they’d be back soon. As they walked around Choutarou’s block, their arms dangled by their sides and once, their fingers brushed.

“Ah, sorry,” Choutarou had immediately apologized. Shishido-san stopped and grabbed Choutarou’s arm. “Why? I did that on purpose.”

“You, you did?” Needless to say, the boy was shocked. He tried to hide it though and did a miserable job.

“Yeah.” They walked a little farther and their fingers brushed again. This time, the contact was initiated by Choutarou. Shishido-san’s face seemed to take on a slightly, okay not slightly, red tone as he laced his gloved fingers with his doubles partner’s. Of course, Shishido-san wasn’t the only one who was dealing with some discoloration in the facial area.

On their way back around, Shishido-san stopped roughly half the block’s length away from Choutarou’s house.

“I haven’t given you my present yet,” he said softly, not looking at the younger boy. Using his free hand, he fumbled around in his pocket, looking for something. After what felt like forever, the guy pulled out a small rectangular box and handed it over.

Choutarou let go of the other’s hand and took off his gloves to open the present then and there. The cold was bit his skin but he ignored it. The small box was nothing special. But inside, there were two tickets to the Tokyo Philharmonic Symphony concert that was in just over a month and half away.

“You can, you know, take whoever you want with you,” Shishido-san shrugged, still not meeting his younger partner’s eyes.

“Shishido-san,” Choutarou said softly, reaching out and making him meet his eyes, “will you do me the honor of coming with me to the concert?”

“Yowch! Put your gloves back on,” Shishido-san yelped as Choutarou’s cold fingers made contact. Sure, his face was already colder, but sheesh, Choutarou’s fingers were already like ice. His gloves must not be good, Shishido-san reasoned. That would be the only reason to explain why the boy’s fingers were like ice after just a few minutes.

“Yeah, I’ll come,” he added after a few minutes. Choutarou smiled and nodded as he reached down to hold Shishido-san’s hand once more.

“Thank you.”

Instead of saying anything, Shishido-san reached up with his free hand and pulled Choutarou’s head down as he stood as tall as he could, he still need to stand on tiptoes though, placing a soft, sloppy kiss on the boy’s lips.

“Happy Valentines Day, Choutarou,” Shishido-san said, blushing.

It took a few minutes for the knowledge of what had just happen to process through Choutarou’s head. He hadn’t been expecting that to happen. But, it wasn’t unwelcome. In fact, it was waking up something deep inside Choutarou that he’d never realized was there before. It was a nice feeling.

“Happy Valentines Day, Shishido-san,” Choutarou replied, blushing as he returned the favor.

Their hands stayed laced together until they were almost in front of the Ohtori house. The family was waiting for them; their dinner reservations were in about an hour and it would take at least half an hour to get to the place. All through dinner, the two boys kept stealing glances at each other. When one would catch the other’s eye, both felt their faces get a little hot. The Ohtori matriarch asked if they were catching colds. That caused both to laugh a little as they stumbled for an answer. They never found one and the issue slid into oblivion, much like they always do.

After the dinner, they’d gone back to the Ohtoris’ house. The two boys almost immediately disappeared to Choutarou’s room. Up there, they’d just stared at everything but each other, not speaking.

“Shishido-san-”

“Hey, Choutarou-”

They both stopped at the same time. It took a moment, but then they were laughing. Shishido-san tripped over his partner’s school bag, which had been tossed on the floor by the bed hours earlier, and fell onto the bed. Right next to the lovely present from Oshitari-sempai and Gakuto-sempai so that his eyes were staring at a box of flavored condoms.

“Why don’t I put those away?” Choutarou suggested, reaching down to snatch the box up and hide it. He wasn’t expecting what happened next though.

A hand had reached down and grabbed his wrist, pulling him down on top of Shishido-san, who was both smirking and blushing at the same time.

“Nah, just, leave them there,” he said softly as he placed a chaste kiss on Choutarou’s lips. The boy nodded and with an identical blush, kissed back.

After a few minutes, Shishido-san cleared his throat. “So, um, I guess this means that you-?”

Choutarou nodded. “Only if you-.” He stopped, hearing someone rap on the door.

“Chouta-chan, mom and dad want to know if your little friend is gonna spend the night or go home.” It was his sister again.

The two shared a look and Shishido-san nodded. They told her and she left.

“Hey, let me borrow your cell phone.”

“Why?”

“I need to send my brother a message to tell my parents that I won’t be coming home tonight.”

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Honmei chocolate - 'I love you/lovers' chocolate, well, basically.
Giri chocolate - 'Friends/Acquantainces' chocolate.

[tessa]

This was my Pot_exchange story for kimby77. Dream Pair


<b>Dreams</b>

“Look at her,” he heard a guy from just behind him and to the left say.

“A little boyish, don’t you think?” Another replied. That caught his attention. There was a pretty good chance they weren’t talking about him.

“A little. But look, she’s got a tennis bag.” Okay, they might be talking about him. But maybe not, he hoped. There were a few girls nearby with tennis bags.

“What is it with you and tennis girls?”

“Not my fault the sport has some cute girls.”

“You gonna ask her out?”

He felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning, he found himself facing a guy. The smile that lived on his face faltered for a second. So, they had been talking about him.
“May I have the directions to your heart?” The guy asked.

“Yes,” he answered with a smile, “you take a left at ‘Hell No’ Avenue and keep going until you get to ‘F.U.’ Boulevard.”

The guy blinked. “Didn’t catch that. So, did you know you’re so hot, I could roast my meat on you?”

“Really?” He replied. “I hope your meat burns to a cinder.” All this was said quite happily, which made it all the more disturbing.

“Do you have the time?” The guy asked, undeterred.

Fuji Syuusuke looked at the clock. “No.”

“Ah, and here I was gonna ask if you had the time to write down your number since only one of us knows it, which is quite a problem.”

“I don’t have a phone number,” Fuji lied. His cell phone chirped, alerting him that he had a text message. The guy standing across from him smirked.

“I like cute boys,” Fuji informed him.

“You’re looking at one right now,” the guy shot back.

Fuji Syuusuke looked him up and down. “Nah. I’m not;” he answered after a minute. And with that, he walked into the men’s restroom.

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Kikumaru Eiji looked around, not seeing his friend, Fuji, anywhere. The place was a little crowded, sure, but it couldn’t be that hard to find the guy, now could it? It wasn’t like Fuji just blended into the crowd or anything.

“Now, let a real man show you how it’s done,” he heard a guy’s voice say from behind him and just off to the right. A few seconds later, there was a hand on Eiji’s shoulder that caused him to turn around.

“Can I help you?” The red head wondered.

“Does your boyfriend know where you are?” The guy asked.

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Eiji answered.

The guy smiled as he moved a little closer and brushed some of Eiji’s hair out of his face. “Then, if I told you, you had a nice body, would you hold it against me?”
Eiji quirked an eyebrow confused. “No,” he replied slowly, shaking his head.

“That’s a shame, because you know what would look good on you?” The guy moved a little closer, invading Eiji’s personal bubble.

“What?” He wondered, curious even though he was feeling a little uncomfortable.

“Me,” the guy answered with a large smile, moving even closer to Eiji so that they were just centimeters apart.

“There you are,” a new voice broke into the scene. Eiji turned around, relieved.

“Fuji!” He happily cried out, going over to the guy.

“Just play along,” Fuji murmured in his ear. Before Eiji could respond, he found himself in the middle of a kiss with his best friend.

A little later, they were seated at a table in the train station’s McDonald’s, eating burgers. It was lunchtime and they had a little wait until the train came.
“About,” Eiji began, looking up from his food.

“Look,” Fuji started at the same time, also looking up.

“Thanks for earlier,” Eiji told his friend hurriedly. “That guy was getting too close for comfort.”

“It wasn’t a problem,” Fuji answered. “They were bugging me just before you.”

“And how’d you deal with them?” Eiji leaned in closer to hear better. “Nya, did you threaten them or something?”

Fuji just shook his head. “I just walked away,” he said. “It seemed to work fine until I saw them harassing you.”

“About that,” Eiji got back to what he’d originally started to say.

“It was nothing, Eiji. Just a harmless little kiss,” Fuji answered smoothly.

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‘Just a harmless little kiss.’

Fuji snorted as his own words came back to haunt him. He’d only been thinking about that kiss all afternoon. It was getting to the point of obsession.

“What is it, Fuji?” Saeki Kojiroh’s voice asked from the other side of the room.

“Just,” he started, pausing to think of the right words, “going over something in my head.”

“Anything you’d like to share?” There was a rustling and Fuji could tell that Saeki had shifted so that the guy was now facing Fuji.

“It’s nothing,” Fuji said with a yawn.

“Sure it isn’t.” He could practically see the grin on his old friend’s face. “That’s only why you’ve been sighing all afternoon.”

“Goodnight,” Fuji answered, his voice carrying a certain force behind it.
However, it appeared that even in his dreams, Fuji couldn’t get away from a certain Seigaku redhead. He actually didn’t what was worse, the fact that he was having one of those dreams about Eiji of all people, or what Eiji was doing to him in the dream by wearing those kitten clothes.

Fuji woke up aroused. Normally, that wouldn’t have been a problem. However, he also did not normally have Saeki staying over and sharing the same room. At least the other boy was asleep, he thought as he slid out of his bed and to the restroom that he shared with his sister and Yuuta, when the boy was home.

In the middle of his shower, there was a knock on his door. It was Yumiko, informing him that Eiji had arrived. With those words, the smiling boy quickly finished his shower and went back to his bedroom, where he found Eiji and Saeki in the middle of a discussion. Standing in the doorway behind Eiji, he placed his index finger against his lips to tell Saeki not to alert Eiji of his presence.

Slowly and quietly walking towards Eiji, Fuji waited until he was about an arms’ length away before he reached out and tapped the red head on the shoulder. “Nya!” Eiji cried out, startled. Saeki started laughing. “Fuji, no fair!”

“Nice,” Saeki added. “I didn’t know a person could jump that high when they were sitting down.”

Eiji pouted and picked up Fuji’s pillow, throwing it at Saeki. It smacked the laughing boy right in the face. Fuji snorted at the funny sight. Both his friends, his childhood best friend and his current best friend, stared at Fuji for a moment before exchanging a look. Fuji really hadn’t expected to get tackled, especially so early in the morning.

There was a knock on the door again. Yumiko stood there, an amused expression on her face. “If you guys want me to drop you off, you might want to hurry up and get ready. Right now, it looks like only Eiji-kun’s ready to go.”

Just a little bit later, the three boys were piling into Yumiko’s car, Fuji in the front and his friends in the back. It didn’t take them that long to reach their destination. When Yumiko dropped them off, she just shook her head and called after her brother to pick up some good titles for her.

The trip really wasn’t an extraordinary one. All they were doing was getting manga, anime, and various related merchandise. Nothing special at all. The store was crowded though. Apparently, the place they were at was having a closeout sale. In fact, that was the whole reason the trio was there.

“Hey, look at me,” Eiji called out, causing the other two to turn around. Fuji almost dropped the small stack of manga he held. Life, the tensai concluded as he stared at his current best friend, must really hate him. That was the only explanation he could come up with as he watched Eiji put on different hats, all of them having cat ears were sewed onto the top.

Bits and pieces of his dream flashed in Fuji’s mind. Despite the smile on his face, he wasn’t exactly happy with the way things were going right now. It would not be good for Fuji to have Eiji know that he, Fuji, was having those kind of thoughts at the moment.

“And look, nya,” Eiji went on, as he examined the hats closely, “this one’s the same color as your eyes, Fuji.” Before he could say or do anything, the blue hat was on his head.

“Cute,” Saeki’s voice cut in.

Eiji took a few steps back and nodded. “Very,” the red head added. It was really hard for Fuji to keep the blush off his face. But, it just wouldn’t do for him to show anything but a smiling face, now would it?

“Oh, look, Yuuta,” Saeki pointed out. Fuji’s head whipped in the direction that his old friend was looking in and sure enough, there was his little brother. “Let me go bother him for a bit,” Saeki cut in before Fuji could say a word. “I never get to see him anymore.”

“Fuji, help me pick out a hat,” Eiji jumped back in, pushing his friend’s face back towards the display.

“The green one you have on looks good,” Fuji replied, a little distracted by his brother and Saeki.

“Fuji,” Eiji drew out his name, pouting.

“Hmm?” Fuji turned to face his friend, this time really paying attention.

“Let’s go get lunch. And yes, we can bring Yuuta, nya,” Eiji suggested. Fuji nodded, liking the idea. He went to take off the blue cat hat but found Eiji’s hand stopping him. “Nu-uh, leave it on,” Eiji said, shaking his head. “It looks really good on you.”

Somehow, the three older boys managed to convince Yuuta to get lunch with them. It was probably due to the fact that there would be others to keep his brother busy that the younger boy agreed.

“Yuuta, don’t those two,” Saeki gestured towards where Eiji and Fuji sat on the other side of their table, “look cute together? They match so well.”

“Nya, that’s not true. I’m not really all that cute,” Eiji interjected.

“Yes you are.”

The other three looked at the elder Fuji brother, a range of expressions on their faces. Eiji reached grabbed his cup and took a drink so he wouldn’t have to say anything automatically.

“Err, Kikumaru,” Yuuta spoke up after a moment, “that’s my brother’s cup, not yours.”

Eiji looked down at the cup he held and felt his eyes widen as he realized that Yuuta was right. Across the table, Saeki was snickering; saying something about an ‘indirect kiss’ which made Eiji feel like his face was as red as hair.

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Eiji plopped down on his bed, tired. He had just spent almost the entire day with Fuji and Saeki. He hadn’t been sure how it would turn out. Saeki was a nice guy and all, but Eiji had been afraid that the Fuji and Saeki would just click, making Eiji a third wheel. It hadn’t been like that at all. The three had had fun with each other all day, up until Saeki had gone back on a train to Chiba.

Yawning, he pulled his covers over him and fell asleep instantly. Only to fall straight into dreamland.

<i>He was waiting for...someone. He wasn’t sure whom. And he really didn’t know why he was standing near a cliff. Looking around, he noticed a path along the side of the cliff and decided to follow it.

It started to get dark and there was something blinking off in the distance. It kept getting darker and darker but after a while, it started getting light again. He found the end of the path. Standing on the edge of the cliff, he looked over the side.

Something was telling him to jump, that it was okay. Suddenly, a warm hand slid into his. It felt familiar somehow.
He jumped.</i>

“Hey sleepyhead,” it was Eiji’s oldest sister, shaking him awake. “It’s time to get up.”

“Nya, let me get dressed,” Eiji whined when she tried dragging him towards the door.

“Fine,” his sister pouted.

“Wait,” Eiji called out as she reached the doorway. She turned back. “Yes?”

He sighed. This was going to cost him. “I had a weird dream. Think you could help me figure it out?” His sister had a look of pure, frightening joy on her face. “Of course,” she answered. “My usual price,” she added as she came back over and sat on the bottom bunk. “Spill,” she ordered as he tossed her a box of strawberry pocky.
“I was standing;” he started, explaining the whole dream to the best of his abilities. After he was done, she pulled out a stick and took a bite, thinking it over. “Anything different happen lately?” She asked after a minute.

“Well, I spent yesterday with Fuji and Saeki,” he admitted with a shrug. “I don’t see what that has to do with anything though.”

“Anything happen while you were out?” She wondered, breaking off a piece of pocky and handing it to her little brother.

“Not much, nya,” he replied. “We went to a store that was closing. Oh!”

“What?” She leaned forward, interested.

“Fuji and I got matching kitty hats;” he gestured towards where said green hat sat on his desk. “And we ran into Yuuta, Fuji’s little brother. Oh, and the four of us went out to lunch together too.”

“Anything else happen recently?” She asked, flopping onto her back.

“Well,” he drew out the word; “will you promise not to tell anyone?”

She sat up. “What is it?” Her voice clearly showed how eager she was to hear what he had to say.

“The other day, when Fuji and I were picking up Saeki,” Eiji began, “there these two guys bugging me.”

“And,” she said when he didn’t go on.

“Fuji came over and,” he felt his face get warm.

“What did Fuji do?” She leaned forward; not even noticing that she’d finished off another piece of pocky. Eiji mumbled something and she frowned. “What did you say? I didn’t catch that.”

“He kissed me,” the youngest Kikumaru said a little louder.

“Aww,” she sighed. “How cute.”

“Promise not to tell anyone,” Eiji ordered. “Please.”

“Fine,” she sighed heavily.

“Now, what about my dream?” He tried to get back on the topic.

“Well, it seems like you’re standing near a decision. But, you aren’t quite ready to make it yet. That’s what the cliff means, I think. The blinking light means you think that the answer to everything is off in the distance. And the path is the way you figure whatever this problem is. The dark is your indecision but when it starts getting light, I pretty sure that means you’ve decided what to do. And jumping seems to mean you’ve made your decision,” she explained. “But then again, who knows?” She added with a shrug. Looking at her watch, she groaned. “I’ve got to hurry to Psych now.”

“Nya, thanks,” Eiji called out as she left the room. “Hey wait!” He called out. She stuck her head back in the room. “What is it now?” She asked. He looked at her and replied, “what’s the decision I’m supposed to have made?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Figure it out for yourself.”

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“-stening to me?” Eiji’s voice broke through Fuji’s daydream.

“Hmm? I didn’t catch that last part,” Fuji replied, trying to forget his daydream. It had involved himself, Eiji, and an empty clubroom. Definitely not school appropriate.

He kept finding himself having naughty dreams about his best friend. All he knew about them was that the dreams and daydreams had started that night Saeki had stayed over. And that they had been increasing, both in number and in detail. Fuji was sure that one of these times, he’d do something, thinking it was all just a daydream and find out it was all real.

That was his second greatest fear. His greatest fear would always be Aozu. It was a vile, evil contraption. It had to be the saliva of the Devil or something similar.

“Nya, maybe I shouldn’t tell you,” Eiji replied, sticking out his tongue.

“Stop talking,” the teacher reprimanded the two, glaring at them from the front of the room. She turned her back and started writing down problems on the board.

“Eiji,” Fuji drew the name out, “tell me.”

“Nya-uh,” the red head shook his head.

“Please?” Fuji tried again. “I’ll buy you ice cream later.”

“Oishi texted me a little bit ago,” Eiji began.

“And,” Fuji motioned with his hands. It wasn’t uncommon for their fukubuchou to text Eiji. Normally, that’s how messages got sent around the team. Tezuka and Oishi would talk between lessons or text each other. Whatever they decided upon, Oishi would text Eiji about. Eiji would then pass it on to Fuji and Momo. Fuji would send the message to Inui and Taka. Momo would inform Echizen. Sometimes it was Inui who would give Kaidoh the information, other times it was Momo. The non-regular team members would seek out whoever they were friends with or happened to have class with.

“He said he wanted to have a word with me,” Eiji replied, lowering his voice as he noticed the teacher stop writing for a second.

“About what?” Fuji wondered, keeping his voice just as low.

“Dunno,” Eiji shrugged.

“I thought I told you two to be quiet,” their teacher glared from the front of the room. “Detention this afternoon.”

“What? No fair!” Eiji complained. The teacher stared at him. “Would you like detention tomorrow as well?” She asked, her voice cold like ice.

“No, sensei,” Eiji answered, slumping down to try and hide behind his desk. When her back was turned, he stuck his tongue out at her.

And that was how Fuji found himself in an empty classroom with Eiji, clapping erasers by the window as they watched their friends at tennis practice.

“Nya, I think I’m glad I’ve got detention,” Eiji commented as he watched the Regulars run away from Inui. He appeared to have some sort of new juice.

“I wonder if he’ll have any left after practice,” Fuji mused. “I could use a good drink right now.” He looked over at Eiji and immediately wished he hadn’t. How in the world did chalk dust increase a person’s cute-ness?

“Uh, Fuji?” Eiji’s voice asked hesitantly.

“Hmm,” the Seigaku tennis tensai wondered.

“DoyoureallythinkI’mcute?” Eiji’s words rushed out so fast that it took Fuji a few moments to realize just what the other boy had said. Once he knew what the words were, Fuji developed an interest in the erasers in his hands, inspecting the things while he felt his face get a little warm. Deciding not to answer that question, Fuji tried to focus completely on the erasers.

Which is why he was caught off-guard when Eiji pushed him against the wall next to the window and placed a sloppy kiss on Fuji’s mouth.

“What, what was that for?” Fuji couldn’t even begin to hide the shock on his face or in his voice. Eiji shrugged, unsure of what to say. He looked away, not wanting Fuji to see his red face.

“What are you two doing?” A woman’s voice called from the doorway. It was their teacher, the one who had put them in detention. “This is not the time to fool around. This is punishment.” With that, she set the two of them to work at different ends of the room so they wouldn’t be able to communicate with one another.
After they were done, the two boys found themselves walking home together. “That wasn’t just a kiss,” Eiji mumbled, stopping.

“I know,” Fuji agreed. “And, neither is this one.” With those words, he had Eiji against a nearby wall.

“Fuji,” gasped the red head. “Shh,” came the answer. “Let’s go home.”
Eiji slipped his hand in his best friend’s. And realized he knew what his dream had meant all along.

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O.o Tessa ne-san! These are really good!!

[tessa]

[cochet]
ONLY YOU



One of the worst things you can do is fall in love with your best friend. Really, it is. But wait, you may ask, shouldn’t your best friend be the best person to fall in love with because to have a good relationship, you need to be good friends with that person first, right? And that’s true. You do need to be good friends with the one you date, otherwise, what would you do? Superficial romances may look nice, but there needs to be substance to keep you both interested in each other.

So why is falling in love with your best friend such a bad thing? Well, chances are, your friend sees you as just that, a friend. Someone to hang out with and like, but in a totally different way than romantically. And, when you fall in love with your best friend, it’s even worse because you’re so close to the person you like so much, and yet, so far away. As the best friend, you are allowed into their private world and trusted with just about every secret.

And when you fall in love, you realize just how precious the person is to you. As the best friend, you will do anything to stay near the other, even if that means putting your own feelings aside and watching your friend fall in love with someone else. Your friend’s happiness means everything to you, so you do everything in your power to help him get the person of his dreams. And you sit back and watch your friend have a wonderful relationship with someone else.

When they fight, you comfort your friend, secretly hoping that this might be what tears the (right now) unhappy couple apart. And you feel guilty because it’s such a bad thing to be wishing for and besides, this is your best friend you’re talking about here that would be hurt the most. So you listen to all of his complaints, silently thinking that you would be so much better for him than his current partner. And when times are good for your friend, you’re happy for him, really, you are.

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Your best friend is, without a doubt, the most upbeat person you know. He makes everything fun. And that’s part of the reason why you love him so much. His always smiling, at least, on the outside. You’ve seen his other faces because you’re one of the lucky few that he’s actually allowed to see this almost hidden side of him.

So just why are you friends? You are so different from each other. He’s this light, bubbly force of nature that is almost always the center of attention, even when he doesn’t really care to be. People are drawn to him. Including you.

And you?

Well, you confuse yourself. You say own thing, meaning another. And you act like you could care less most of the time, when really, you’re so passionate about the thing. But for some weird reason, you just can not let people into your private world.

Actually, you know why you’re so guarded. It’s because your afraid of getting hurt. You put up these walls all around you to keep everyone, even your best friend, at a distance so you won’t get hurt. After all, it’s hard for someone to hurt you when they barely know you.

And maybe it’s this lack of trust, this unwillingness to jump off this mental cliff, that makes people trust you even more. Because they see you as this all knowing, all secure safe to store their secrets.

At times, it bugs you . Because, say it isn’t so, you’re a human. Just a normal teen boy, just like them.

Well, maybe not just like them. Because no one can be just like another person. Not even in the case of twins.

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As time goes on, you find yourself moving on from loving your best friend romantically. Not that he does not still hold a special spot in your heart. He always will.

But there is someone else who you find yourself gravitating towards. He is the total opposite of your best friend. Which may be why you keep pushing yourself closer and closer.

Until the day that he kisses you. You still do not know quite why he did that. But you kissed him back. And that was the beginning of a whole new chapter of your life.

You loved him and he loved you. Just being near each other made you both happy. He would look at you across the courts, a hidden smile in his eyes meant for you and only you. And you would smile the same secret smile back.

You had hidden jokes, like the banana. To this day, you could not help but grin a little when you saw one. And whenever he said something with captain-like authority in his voice, you would know that he really was not like that.

His two faces were probably what drew you in to him.

He had his public face that was hard, cold, commanding, and just a bit scary.

But then. Then there was the private face reserved for you and only you. The face that would smile. That would let it’s guard down to show you the hidden him that he was afraid to show people. Who would have thought he would be such a silly person behind closed doors?

However, time seems to change everything. Because suddenly, that hidden face became hidden from you. And showed itself to a new person.

You did not want to hate him, either of them. They were both good people and you knew that. But you could not help but feel hurt.

No one knew just how close you were to the edge after your heart broke because of him.

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You were drifting in a metaphorical sea of nothingness and yet, it held everything. Not that you knew that. Because to you, life seemed to hold no meaning.

One day, it felt worthless and you just had to get away. Away from the curious stares, the pitying looks, the worried glares.
And so you left.

You were not even sure where you were going. You just went where your feet took you.

And then, you were at a beach. It was a secluded place that was practically silent. The noises were the those of the waves crashing against a nearby outcropping of rocks.

That intrigued you and so, you went and found an even more secluded cove.

And it was there you fell in love again. Not with a person, but rather, a place. The sun was shining so beautifully. And the place was so peaceful. And suddenly, you were tired and ready to sleep.

But in the end, everyone must go home and you were no exception. And so you left your wonderful place, knowing you would never be able to find it after this moment and a little piece of your heart cried out in agony.

But there were people waiting for you.

People that cared.

You had been so caught up in yourself, your own feelings, that you had forgotten the others. You had not realized just how much damage you had done, how many friends you had lost. But you wanted to try to at least put things back together. It was the right thing to do, especially after realizing that you needed to get away, to leave completely for a while.

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You spent a year in the United States as a foreign exchange student.

You were nervous when you first left. Because even though you knew it was not a forever good-bye, it was still a good-bye. And you had no idea how much things would change while you were gone. Had no idea how much you would change.

The people you were with were nice and welcomed you with wide arms. They had a son your age. And he was very interesting and different from anyone else you had ever met. And he knew nothing of the Japanese language outside of ‘konnichiwa’ and ‘sayonara’ which led to quite a few interesting conversations.

Out of your stay in the other country, the people would, without a doubt, always stay with you. They were what made your trip so great.
You did not fall in love, at least not in a romantic way. You gained a new family to add to the one you had been born into. Another brother, mother, father. You loved them just as much as you loved your first family.

And when it was time to go, you felt yourself almost dreading Japan. You had changed so much in such a little time. You were your own person completely, an individual. Going from a country where the individual was the accepted thing to where the individual was looked down upon.

And you wondered what had changed. It was a bad thing but you had had almost no contact with any of your Japanese friends and family. So whatever was in Japan was a mystery.

When you arrived, you found your family waiting for you. You had made them promise not to leak the news of your return and they seemed to have obliged in that request.

They all looked so different and yet, the same. Your mother had lighter hair, your father seemed to stoop down. Your sister was pregnant with her first child. Your brother had grown even more.

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You went back to school a week later and found yourself almost lost. Everyone spoke a different language than you were used to. In fact, you had to stop and find yourself trying to figure things out that you had once known so well.

The people were the same. But different.

The love that had broken your heart had grown into a very handsome boy. But that was all you realized he was when you saw him. It did not hurt to look at him. In fact, you wondered what you had ever seen in him that had made him appear so special. Because he really was not. You were so much better than he was.

And your best friend. He had become a great person. He and his boyfriend were happy together. Looking at them made you believe in concepts like fate, destiny, soul mates, and true love. And you wished you could find your special person.

And so you stayed and observed, feeling like a fish out of water less and less as you became acclimated to the Japanese lifestyle once more. Not that you did not miss all the things you had done in your trip abroad.

Those memories ended up not being talked about very much. It was not that you did not want to share them. In fact, you wished you could. It was just that they were hard to explain.

After all, how you tell someone who has spent their whole life walking and riding the subway, always concerned about the time, just how wonderful and fun it was to just ride in a car for no purpose at all other than to do it? That life did not need to be so centered on time. That you could just take a step back to observe the things going on all around you.

Besides, when you tried to explain, you felt like you were being ignored. It was a strange feeling. Because you had never been ignored. And it made you sad because life had not always been like that. And it made you wonder if leaving had been the right choice after all.
But in the end, you decided that it was. Because you had no idea where you would be now if you had not found that cove at that secluded beach and taken the time to really look at yourself. Because you were not sure if that zombie-like you would still be around or if your uncaring ways would have been the end of you.

And so, you were glad that you had left. But there was still something missing. You had found a few answers.

But not all.


[End Part 1]

[tessa]

[Only You Part 2]

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Time moves on, seeming to get faster by the day. One day you realize that it has been over a week since you last saw your best friend.

The both of you have different interests that are starting to take more prominent roles in your lives. You are looking at different schools.

He wants to go to some nearby school that focuses on athletics. You are looking at going overseas again. That taste of the United States you had so long ago, years now have gone by, has left you hungry for more.

All of your friends think you are a little crazy. But that is okay. Because you know the truth about yourself. You know what you are thinking and why. They do no understand you completely anymore. To everyone, even your own family, you have become a partial mystery.
When you were younger, you were in love with taking pictures. Now, photography has become a passion that you know you will pursue as a career.

You love all pictures. Black and white shots are your favorites though. They seem to speak more than color photos do. It is something that your friends, again, do not understand about you.

Your parents, especially your mother, hope you will grow out of this ‘picture phase’, to say in her own words because as the oldest son, you are supposed to follow in your father’s footsteps and become a successful business manager. Your brother is the one who is supposed to have a little more freedom. You know your parents are hoping he will pursue a professional tennis career. They would like him to be a star.

The day your parents realized that you were really going to go after photography was when you converted the toilet room that connected yours and your brother’s rooms into a darkroom. Your mother threw a fit and almost destroyed everything that you had bought with your own money that you had earned at a job assisting a photographer. The job did not pay a whole lot and all of your equipment was second-hand, most of it practically given to you by your employer. In fact, the only new thing you had was your camera.

Your precious camera that means more to you than your life.

It was the first thing you bought with your money. And the most expensive. But it was worth it.

That little black rectangle was your soul, you were sure. It went with you everywhere, constantly taking observations of anything, big or little, common or weird, that caught your eye.

And then your employer pointed out a contest that he had once participated in. The prize money was not very much but the other prize for first place was amazing. A six-month contract with a major magazine.

You immediately hopped into the project, taking pictures like your life depended on it. Which, in a sense, it might have.
You did not even get close to winning.

At first, you were crushed. But then you realized that you were still an amateur and for you to have won was practically unheard of. Professionals had been your competition, for crying out loud. For you to have won would have been a miracle.

When you applied and were accepted to a very good photography and arts college in Great Britain, your parents disowned you. You were left with nothing but the clothes on your back, your photography equipment, and the money you had saved up.
It was the worst moment of your life.

You had no idea where you could go for the few months until you left for school. And then you realized that without parents to pay tuition, you could not go to school.

You had to sell all of your equipment, minus the camera because there was no way you could part with it, and your employer was kind enough to hire you full-time now that you were out of high school. You still had no idea where you were going to live though. You could not go to your best friend’s house. It was already too full, what with his parents, grandparents, him, his two older sisters, and the unmarried older brother. And you did not feel comfortable enough to ask any of your other friends if you could stay with them for an unknown amount of time.

You did not have enough money to afford one month’s rent at the smallest apartment. Hotels were too expensive, even the capsule ones.

And then you received an email from a person that you had long forgotten.

Your childhood best friend, not the one who you had fallen in love with in junior high, had decided to try and open up his own beach shop. It was not the smartest idea, at least not in your book, until you realized that you had no room to talk, having let your own passion destroy just about everything that had once existed between you and your family.

He needed help though. And you had nothing better to do with your life now. So you thanked your employer for everything that he had ever done for you and left to the place you had once called home when you were a child.

Your friend let you sleep in the shop’s back room on an old futon that had seen better days. Of course, if it had not been used to sleep on the beach at night, it might be in better condition. But you are in no condition to complain because it is much better than all the other weird places you had to spend the nights in.

Business is great and you have fun. Your friend seems to understand your passion for photography. He introduces you to a local photographer, who thanks to a stellar recommendation from your old employer, lets you help out part-time. This allows you access to his darkroom when he is not using it, which you are very thankful for.

You find out about another contest, a much smaller one than the last one you participated in, and decide to enter it. Your focus for it is the beach and the chance it has given you and so many others. You get fifth place.

You get some attention. You start to enter more competitions. And get more attention.

And then your life comes crashing down once more.

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Long ago, you had vowed never to let anyone get so close that they could utterly destroy you. And you had kept that vow every since. At least, that is what you had thought.

But slowly, a few people had worked their ways into your heart. Your brother and sister had never left, and your niece had been a welcome addition. Your parents disownment had hurt but it had not crushed you. Your former employer, bless his soul, had become a major person in your life. And you knew that if something happened to him, you would go back to his side to help him through whatever it would be. Your As for the best friend you had loved, you had grown far from him. He was a friend now that you heard from only when something big happened. Your childhood best friend had found himself being your best friend once more. And he was a great friend that you knew you would always find yourself with. You could imagine that when you were old men, you would still keep in constant contact with him. No matter what you two end up doing with your lives.

No, it is the one person you thought you would never let hurt again that brings your life to a screeching halt that threatens to destroy the life you have built for yourself.

The attention you had gotten for your photography had brought him back to see you.

At first, you found yourself guarded around him. But slowly, as you two started to meet and talk once more, you let him back into your life. All the warning bells in your head scream at you, but you do not care. He was once special and you begin to remember why.
All his little nuances make you smile and laugh. You find that hidden face, that hidden smile. You start to wonder if your mind twisted him into being a horrible guy because he is not. At least, that is what you think.

He tells you that he made a big mistake, leaving you for that other guy. It was at that moment, you should have realized that being around him was a big mistake. But instead, like a teenage girl in love, you fell for him again.

And it was wonderful. Slowly, subtlety, even more so than the last time, you let him become the center of your world. Even photography did not seem to matter.

All you wanted was him.

All he seemed to want was you.

And alcohol.

It had seemed that he had picked up a nasty addiction when he had been faced with heartbreak. So while you had rebuilt yourself, he had destroyed himself.

He claimed to need you, which made you feel special. You had never been needed.

And he had an apartment.

You were sick of sleeping in the beach shack’s storage room. Because while you had gained a small reputation for your photography, you still had barely enough to rent an apartment and buy the things you needed.

You moved in and tried to help him. But it is hard to help someone when they do not want your help. He grew to resent you. You were a whiny person who wanted to control him, he claimed. You wanted him to be a clone of everyone else. You fought constantly.

And then, things grew violent.

The first slap seemed to be a mistake and you let it slide. But after the second, you fought back.

Your best friend would look at you, concerned about the bruises but not saying anything because guys are not supposed to notice that kind of thing.

You felt like such a girl, you thought, as you realized your relationship was unhealthy and tearing you apart. But if you just left him, you wondered if he would even live or if he would take his life in revenge. And you could not bear to have his death on your soul.
Guess he did not get that memo about not hurting each other by leaving. Because that is exactly what he had done.

Guess a pretty face that loved to drink was all he had ever wanted. That was the person he left you for.

It crushed you. And yet, it didn’t. Your heart was fragile but you were strong. You were not devastated. But you did feel like curling up into a ball and crying.

But men do not cry.

Whoever came up with that was a liar. Because you were a man and you were crying. Well, maybe it was not crying. Because the only emotion you showed were silent tears as you sat on the beach in front of your best friend’s shop.

It brought back memories of that lost cove that you had found yourself in so long ago.

At that moment, you felt the need to find it once more. You felt that going back to it would be the only way to really put your life back together.

You left a note on the door of shop telling your best friend you would be back sometime but that you needed to get away. You called your new employer and told him you were going on a journey. He made you promise to take pictures. You smiled just a little and answered with a yes.

And then, you left.

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Leaving, it turned out, was the easy part. Finding that cove was the hard part. Part of the problem was that you could not even remember which side of the country it was on. At least you did know that it was not in the north because the place had been warm in the middle of winter.

You scoured Japan’s coastlines, searching for it. And you just could not seem to find it. At points, you wondered if you had dreamt the place up.

You met so many different people, though, that it did not seem to be such a chore to look for the place. The people were what made your journey so great.

You smiled when you saw the look of shock on your best friend’s face.

It had been two, no three, years since you had left on your journey to find that cove.

You had not found it. And you had not spoken to him or anyone else during that time other than to tell them you were still alive.

He told you to get ready because when the shop closed, he was going to take you to dinner and let you meet the woman that had captured his heart. You smiled and agreed, telling him you would be out somewhere on the beach.

And you almost laughed when you let your feet take control because you finally found the place. You had been so close to it all along. You went back to the cove and laid down on the sand once more. You took a picture this time.

And left it on the sand.

Because you realized that the place was not what you had needed to fill what you thought was the gaping hole in yourself.

No, what you had needed all along was to be yourself. When you had been with him, you had tried to be what he wanted you to be. And that was all wrong. Because you had not been willing to let him wreck your life the way he had wrecked his own. It was not love that had held you to him. It had been pity and guilt. Guilt because you felt that if you had not been in his life, it would not have ruined him. But then you realized that if it had not been you, it would have been something else that would have led him down the path of self destruction.

In the distance, you could hear your best friend calling you.

Hours had gone by in an instant. And you did not care. Because while things were painful, they could also be good. You had people you cared about and in turn, cared about you.

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She was a wonderful person, exactly the type of woman you had imagined for your best friend. She was everything he could ever want and you hope that they would always be happy.

When they married, you were gladly the best man. And it was on that happy day that you found yourself drawn to an interesting person.

He was familiar. You had met him years ago in junior high, a rival player from the same team as the one who had taken your ex-boyfriend away. You remembered this guy and decided to not hold his former captain’s actions against him.

You guarded yourself this time. After him you were worried about letting anyone else close to you. Even your best friend’s now wife was held at a distance.

He screwed up. He made mistakes.

But you found yourself, instead of being pushed away by those things, drawn closer to him.

He broke the barriers you had set up.

You did not realize you had fallen for him until you met his boyfriend.

It almost tore your heart apart when you found out that he had a boyfriend. You remember your best friend watching you, worried about what you would do. And you did not blame him for worrying. Because you were not sure just what you would do either.

However, things seem to take a turn when that relationship ended. Your new friend and his boyfriend broke up. For good. You stood by your new friend, helping him heal his broken heart with your fractured one.

Time passed and you wondered if you were wasting your life on pining away for someone who did not seem to notice you.

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A phone call came one night. Your ex-boyfriend, the one who had let himself be destroyed internally, was gone. He had moved on from alcohol to other substances. And let those kill him.

You were saddened by the news. That boy, for that was all he had ever been even if his age had suggested otherwise, had been so important for so much of your life.

You went to the cove for the first time since you had originally found it.

The picture you had placed on the sand so long ago was gone, as you had expected it to be. But in it’s place was something you had not expected.

Your friend, the one you had fallen for, was sleeping on the sand. You watched the sunlight sparkle off his golden hair and felt your lips quirk up into a small smile. It appeared that even when you were down, he would do something that would bring back a bit of sun to your life.

You sat down beside his sleeping form. And as you sat there, you wondered if this would be all life held for you.

Stretching, you reached towards the sun, wishing you could touch it, but knowing that was impossible. But then the sun reach towards you.

The look on your face must have been shocked because he laughed. And you joined. You had no idea why you were laughing other than it just felt right. It was all you wanted.

And then, the sun stopped and looked at you with a strange look on his face. But then you realized you were not the only one who would do anything to protect the one you loved as the sun leaned in and kissed you.

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their amazing!

[tessa]

Thank you!

And can I just say that Fuji has been incredibly nice this year, letting me write him so many times? Though the last time (Only You), turned out to be probably one of best fics ever. And it's definitely a favorite of mine already.

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i can see that! ^^ Fuji has been nice nya! Yea I aggre with you Tessa-san! ^^