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05 September 2006 @ 05:27 pm
PoT Fic: Big In Japan (TezRyo, R) 2/2  
Big In Japan (Part Two)
Tezuka/Ryoma, R
Konomi's, not mine

Part One

a/n: My mummy made me post this.



Tezuka hated talking to Sumisu via telephone. Somewhere along the line, Sumisu had become confused between the concepts of 'mobile phones' and 'answering machines.' As a result, he fired out staccato monologues every time Tezuka answered the phone to him. Letting Tezuka get a word in edgeways was as foreign a concept to Sumisu as eating with a fork.

Tezuka had learned to put him on speaker-phone and continue whatever it was he was doing -- yoga, housework, cooking, even watching television. As a test, Tezuka had once played the theme tune to Pokemon at full blast for the duration of one of Sumisu's calls. It hadn't halted his flow in the least, although he did say when they next met that Tezuka had been 'unusually chatty on the phone last night.'

This time Sumisu had called to commend his performance for Seven Star. Tezuka was prodding unenthusiastically at his pickled plum onigiri when the name 'Echizen' bounced down the phone line. Tezuka was so rattled that he spilled rice all over his lap, despite the cunning wrapper designed to prevent such an occurrence.

"-- never said you knew him. He's hot property at the moment, really hot. Anyway, his agent rang me looking for your contact number, so I gave it. Have you run out of business cards? It's unlike you not to leave your number --"

Tezuka's body sprang into life and he lunged for the phone, which he'd propped up on the kitchen counter while he ate. It was too late. "-- talk later, Tezuka-chan."

"Don't call me Tezuka-chan," growled Tezuka at the beeping dial tone.

Tezuka wasn't altogether surprised when he found Ryoma waiting for him in the foyer of his apartment building the next day. Neither was he wholly pleased, which stood to reason given what had occurred the last time he'd chanced upon Ryoma. But there was quite a significant part of Tezuka that thought the sight of Ryoma -- his de-feathered hair shaggy around his face, his arrow-straight posture swamped with high-fashion clothes -- was the best thing that had happened all week.

"Echizen-kun," Tezuka acknowledged him. He noticed that Ryoma's tiny round sunglasses hid his expression more effectively than a motorcycle helmet, and that Ryoma's bow was awkward and half a centimetre lower than Tezuka's.

Ryoma remained silent as Tezuka unlocked his front door, his fingers suddenly thick and useless. His offer of tea was accepted with a grunt. Tezuka set about brewing it as Ryoma went to the window and leaned his cheek against it, in a strangely defeated pose.

Ryoma had difficulty with kneeling. If it weren't for Tezuka's touch on his wrist, Ryoma would have picked up the body of the teacup instead of the rim. Tezuka guessed that he probably hadn't been obliged to do anything that didn't suit him in years.

Tezuka sipped at his own tea, wondering how he could bring the conversation around to the matter of his due payment. It would be unspeakably crass to ask outright. He was startled when Ryoma dropped his cup back on the table with a clatter, but concealed it well. "Is the tea not to your liking, Echizen-kun?"

"Of course it's not," snapped Ryoma. "Look, if it's not Ponta or alcohol, I don't want it. But I didn't come here to discuss your tea-making skills."

"Well, why did you come here? Is there something I can do for you?"

"Yes." Ryoma grabbed Tezuka's cup out of his hands and tipped the liquid back into the pot. Tezuka stared at him. "You can tell me why you really left that night. Miki-chan told me your father was suddenly taken ill."

"And you doubted her word?"

"Of course I did! And before you reprimand me for my lack of respect for a whore, consider that I know your father's been dead for three years."

"Ah." Tezuka fingered his empty cup. It would have been a good stalling tactic to drink from it, which was presumably why Ryoma had emptied it.

"'Ah' is right." Ryoma looked furious. He'd apparently learned some new facial expressions in the intervening years, but so far Tezuka didn't care much for any of them. "You could have at least had the honesty to tell me you were leaving."

"When?" The rising tide of bitterness broke Tezuka's mental barricades. "Before or after you fucked Yozue-chan? Perhaps during? I can't say with certainty, but I'm told that sort of thing puts men off their stride."

Ryoma snatched off his glasses to gape at Tezuka. With a sinking feeling, Tezuka noted the red cobwebs matted across Ryoma's eyeballs. "You knew what was going to happen. If it was that disgusting to you, why didn't you stop me?"

"I don't know!" hissed Tezuka, who knew very well.

"So you didn't enjoy any of it?"

"That's not true," muttered Tezuka, his stomach twisting. He could have watched Ryoma all night. For ever. As enjoyment went, it was the most painful kind ever devised -- but it was enjoyment.

"Why aren't you married yet, Tezuka-san?" Ryoma slouched, one of his knees banging against the table. "Your mother must be disappointed in you. I assumed the reason you didn't was because you were like me."

"You were married," Tezuka pointed out.

"I was young and stupid," Ryoma corrected him. "I thought I was in love with her. That can happen with the first person you fuck. She thought she could make a quick buck by screwing me over, but my agent made us sign an iron-clad pre-nup. So we both found the experience equally disappointing."

"I can imagine."

"Can you?" Ryoma ran a hand through his hair. Even under the stark lighting, it looked soft and touchable. "What do you do, then, Tezuka? If you're not married and you don't have girlfriends and you don't buy sex, what do you do?"

"I play tennis," said Tezuka.

Ryoma stared at him for a long minute. Tezuka pretended to be looking at Ryoma's shoulder. In reality his eyes were photographing the innocent curve of Ryoma's neck, how it lead up to ears that stuck out slightly, the unconscious beauty of the hair curling under his earlobe.

"I see," said Ryoma at last. "Actually, I'm running late for a party. I'd better get going."

"Right." Tezuka didn't move his gaze, letting Ryoma fill it with his elbow, his hip, his knee, his walking away.

"Goodbye, Tezuka-buchou."

"Goodbye," said Tezuka, only it was more of a whisper. He wasn't sure if Ryoma heard. He felt an insane urge to jump up and run after him, shouting the word to make sure Ryoma knew he'd said it too.

Instead he righted Ryoma's teacup and filled it with cold tea. His vision blurred for the length of one cup, and then he collected the crockery. By the time he'd carefully washed and dried every item and stacked them in the cupboard, the flat was dark. He couldn't tell if the tears were still blinding him, and he didn't turn on the lights to check.

__


"Tezuka-san!"

Eiji's screech was undiluted by time. Tezuka found himself wincing automatically. Then Eiji was squeezing the breath out of him, and Tezuka was too busy protecting his diaphragm to reprimand him. Eiji's tactics were brutal but effective.

"I can't believe you made it." Kawamura was next, his face brimming with pleasure. "It's an honour, Tezuka-san."

Tezuka let his gaze travel around the room. He watched the faces that were slowly lighting up with surprise, like sunflowers opening at dawn.

Ryoma wasn't there.

Tezuka had interrupted the party mid-flow. Momoshiro and Kaidoh had dozens of graphically-enhanced photographs spread across one table and were vociferously arguing as to which of their sons was the handsomest, tallest and most intelligent-looking. Kawamura was pressing fried oysters and octopus balls on anyone he could catch. Oishi was alternately thumping Eiji on the back to stop him choking on tempura and being fed boiled sausages by Eiji's nimble fingers. Fuji sat in a corner, his bald head reflecting light like a prism and his face serene.

They all reacted to Tezuka's presence like acid dropped into water. Momoshiro and Kaidoh snatched up pictures to show him, and got side-tracked when they realised they'd each got a picture of the other's son. With the speed of light, Kawamura collected a plate of delicacies for Tezuka's nourishment. Oishi smiled as if his face would crack, seemingly unable to form words. Fuji opened his eyes. Eiji's hug was by far the most unwelcome of these expressions of joy, but Tezuka found himself nodding to Eiji. Pleased. He was pleased to see them.

The party had been Fuji's idea, to commemorate the ten-year anniversary of winning Nationals. Tezuka had wondered by email if the other priests would veto Fuji's participation in such worldly activities, to which Fuji had replied that the monastery was not a prison. He'd also attached a spreadsheet detailing just how much money the Fuji family had donated to the temple.

Tezuka supposed Nationals had been a signal event in all of their lives, but he had no idea that the former team looked back on the occasion with such nostalgic affection. With all the matches Tezuka had won and lost since, he could barely recall the names of his opponents. The rest of the team, on the other hand, tried to outdo each other in reminiscing. Momoshiro and Kaidoh got into a semi-violent altercation over the score of one of Momoshiro's matches, and only Oishi's strategic and pancake-laden intervention prevented the outbreak of World War Three.

"Not much changes, eh?"

Tezuka turned to Fuji, who had drifted over by degrees until he was sitting beside Tezuka. "I can't say I agree."

"Really?" Fuji inclined his head. "You don't think that Momoshiro and Kaidoh -- Oishi and Eiji -- interact just as they did when they were thirteen?"

"Perhaps," conceded Tezuka, "but Momoshiro and Kaidoh have good reason for their animosity these days. Oishi and Eiji didn't run a tennis club when they were thirteen. That obviously cemented their friendship, but it might not have. Everything is different."

"Of course." Fuji reached forward with his chopsticks to secure a piece of grilled fish. "And Echizen isn't here."

Tezuka stiffened.

"We don't hear all that much about the world of tennis in the monastery," continued Fuji. "Echizen --"

"I don't know anything." Tezuka's good mood deserted him. "I don't follow gossip."

"So there is gossip?"

"There's always gossip. The tennis community is a small and bitchy one."

Fuji chuckled. "Indeed."

Tezuka's distracted gaze roamed the small room. His former team-mates had grown steadily more intoxicated. Eiji had his head in Oishi's lap and was giggling up at him like a child. Oishi's gaze was narrow and focused on Eiji's face. Every so often, he brushed Eiji's fringe out of his eyes.

"They are good fathers," said Fuji softly. "Both of them wanted children. Eiji has twin girls. Oishi's wife is expecting. They are not ... strong."

"What do you mean by that? I've always thought it took a lot of strength to raise children."

"Then why didn't you do it, Tezuka?" Fuji's eyes shone like marbles. There was no hair now to disguise their disturbing intensity. "You are the strongest person I know."

"You don't buy babies in shops, Fuji," said Tezuka dryly. "I know you've been away from the outside world for a while, but surely you remember how the reproductive process occurs?"

"I remember that it occurs differently for you." Fuji's voice was so low that Tezuka barely heard it. "It occurs differently for Oishi and Eiji too. Surely you noticed that?"

Tezuka hadn't. With a veil of sake shielding him from shock, he didn't even feel any. He simply looked again at Oishi and Eiji -- at the way Oishi was really stroking Eiji's face, at the way Eiji really had his hand up Oishi's jumper as well as his head in Oishi's lap.

"They were always able to share and compromise. The epitome of doubles play. They knew what they had to do to protect that which they needed." Fuji's whisper was like air blowing straight on to Tezuka's brain. "You, on the other hand, couldn't even spell compromise. The pillar of Seigaku would crumble if it moved from the one place it knew it belonged."

"I could still get married," protested Tezuka.

"So could I." Fuji's smile was bright as a galaxy, dark as a star. "How many children do you want, Tezuka?"

"I don't --" Tezuka gummed his lips shut, furious at himself for falling into Fuji's trap.

"It's lonely at the top, isn't it?"

Tezuka looked into his cup of sake, wondering if distilled rice knew any more about the future than stewed tea-leaves. "Fuji," he said at last, "you have no idea."

__


Tezuka was roused from sleep by a polite but insistent knocking at his door. It was eleven pm -- not late by any means, but Tezuka had a match the next day and he needed as much sleep as he could coax from his reluctant body. He'd just drifted off when the pattering noise drew him awake again, so he wasn't in the best of humour when he opened the door. He also felt conspicuously underdressed in just pyjama bottoms when he found Miki on the doorstep, arrayed in Louis Vuitton leather and enough face powder to caulk a ship.

"Miki-sama." Tezuka bowed distractedly.

"I don't intend to stay," said Miki. Her voice was as cool as a winter breeze. "Echizen-kun needs help. Do you want to give it or not?"

Tezuka nearly let the door close on her face as he seized his shoes.

__


"Where are we going?" Tezuka was practically running to keep up with Miki, despite her nine-inch Vivienne Westwood clogs and Tezuka's superior physical condition.

Miki stopped so abruptly that Tezuka got her handbag in his solar plexus. "How much do you know about Echizen-kun, Tezuka-san?"

"Uh --" Tezuka fumbled for a salient fact among the hundreds that her words had summoned up. "He's, um, he's twenty-two --"

Miki shook her head. "When I met you, you said you hadn't seen him since middle school. Did he take drugs then?"

"What? No! Of course not!"

"There's no 'of course' about it. I took drugs in middle school. A lot of people do." Miki sighed. "He's ... bad, Tezuka-san. My girls and I, we know when to stop. I thought Echizen-kun did too. I have many contacts among his friends, for obvious reasons. They all say he's changed. You know he hasn't played tennis -- not even practiced -- for over three months?"

"No." Tezuka felt an iron fist squeeze tight around his heart. "No, I didn't." Trying to imagine Ryoma without tennis was like trying to picture the sea without water.

"We're here." Miki stopped outside a grubby love hotel.

"He's taken a room? We'll never be able to get to him." Tezuka was dismayed.

Miki dangled a set of keys in front of his nose and smiled. "My friend runs this place."

She stood on the threshold as Tezuka entered the sad, squalid little room. White dust speckled the dressing table. Tezuka trod on something that he hoped wasn't a needle. There were a number of people there, all passed out cold.

"Do you know these girls?" whispered Tezuka, despite the fact that a fog-horn wouldn't have caused them to so much as stir.

"No." Miki sounded affronted. "My guess is that he picked them up in a bar."

"Why are you doing this?"

The light from the corridor bathed Miki in light, like a halogen angel. "Echizen-kun has been good to me. Besides which, my brother used to play tennis -- before he was killed by the Yakuza. I'm a fan, I suppose. And I don't like to think that this is where he ends."

"Neither do I," breathed Tezuka. He tread lightly across the room to the tiny window. Ryoma was sprawled on the floor beneath it, pale as a corpse.

His eyes fluttered as Tezuka scooped him up, grunting with effort. His expression plunged a knife into Tezuka's heart and twisted.

"Buchou," said Ryoma, and passed out once more.

__


A heavy day of practice combined with carrying Ryoma into his apartment took their toll on Tezuka. He managed to tug off Ryoma's stained clothing and roll him in a blanket. He lay down on the futon beside him, intending to rest for a moment. When he opened his eyes sunlight was blaring through the open shutters and his nose was pressed into Ryoma's shoulder. The smell of unwashed flesh was not enticing, but Tezuka felt his stomach drop all the same.

"Echizen? Are you awake?" No response. "Ryoma?" he tried, uncertainly.

With trembling fingers Tezuka tugged away the folds of blanket, in which Ryoma was entombed like a pupae in a chrysalis. He was thin, so thin, his cheekbones and wrist bones sticking out like broken eggshells. Despite the stubble and the line of hair bisecting his lower belly, he looked just as he had at twelve.

Tezuka went and ran a steaming hot bath. He shucked off last night's clothes and scrubbed himself down, hosing off the suds with cold water. The bath, by contrast, was like stepping into a volcano. Allowing himself no quarter, Tezuka plunged underneath the water. Heat stung every inch of his skin.

When he emerged, he lay back and closed his eyes. Miki had told him that Ryoma needed help. He knew she was right. But he couldn't consign Ryoma to a rehabilitation centre before Ryoma had woken up -- had spoken with him at least once. She was also right when she said he'd changed, but in Tezuka's eyes he had merely changed back into a child he'd once been: a child so tough he cut himself on his own sharp edges.

And Tezuka wanted him. The realisation took his breath away.

He'd never been normal. He couldn't even pretend, like Oishi and Eiji. Was it so unlikely, then, that he'd fallen in love only twice -- once when he was fourteen and once when he was twenty-four? And with the same person both times?

There was a change in the air. Tezuka's eyes snapped open. Ryoma was standing on the bathmat, blinking. And naked.

"Oh," said Tezuka, pulling his knees to his chest in a tidal wave of water. "Ryoma-kun. How are you feeling?"

"Like shit," replied Ryoma. "Do you mind?" He stepped into the bath with Tezuka.

"You haven't even showered." Tezuka's stomach was doing back flips now. Tezuka never knew it had such a varied repertoire.

"I'm hung over, cut me a break," sighed Ryoma. He wriggled around to get comfortable. Tezuka's toes brushed warm skin, and he flushed horribly.

The bath was certainly spacious enough for two. Tezuka's whole flat had been designed with couples in mind, just stopping short of a heart-shaped bed. All the same Tezuka huddled into a corner, feeling the faucets tattooing his back.

Ryoma sighed in contentment. The sound bypassed Tezuka's brain entirely and made itself heard between his legs instead. Tezuka gripped his calves tighter. He wondered if there was any way he could hide his arousal with the towel sitting four feet away without Ryoma noticing it in the meantime.

"Did you bring me here?" asked Ryoma at length.

"Yes."

"Urg, the last thing I remember was that seedy love hotel."

"That's where I found you."

Ryoma shook his head, his expression one of surprise. "This apartment block is pretty big. Why do you need to take people to love hotels?"

"I don't," snapped Tezuka. "I went there to find you. Miki-sama brought me there."

"Miki-chan? God, I haven't seen her in ages." Ryoma hooked the bar of soap with his foot. Unfortunately, it was lying right next to Tezuka's thigh. Tezuka bit his tongue and counted back from a hundred.

The sole of Ryoma's foot grazed the underside of Tezuka's leg. A thousand.

"Yeah, Miki." Ryoma settled back with his prize. "She got pissed when I stopped calling her, I guess. But it's not my fault that she doesn't have any --" He coughed. "Never mind. God, my head hurts. Those girls must've put something in my drink."

"Or your nose," Tezuka couldn't help adding.

"No, buchou," said Ryoma. "Where I come from, we drink from the mouth."

As now was not a good time for Tezuka to be discussing Ryoma's mouth -- or looking at it, or thinking about what he could do to it -- he just shook his head and stared at the ceiling.

"Not very classy," mumbled Ryoma. "Miki would never do a thing like that."

"Don't fall asleep," cautioned Tezuka, as Ryoma slowly slid down the side of the bath until his chin was touching the water. "You'll drown."

Ryoma cracked open one sleepy eye. "Don't worry, buchou. I never fall asleep until after I've beat off."

"Are you --" Tezuka leapt from the bath like a rebellious salmon, nearly cracking his head on the light fixture. Ryoma's neck was arching, his shoulder muscles taut as cross-wires. "I'll leave -- I --"

"Thanks, buchou," murmured Ryoma to his retreating back. While ducking for his towel, Tezuka didn't notice that Ryoma's eyes were wide open.

__


Tezuka busied himself with preparing steamed dumplings. His heart was thumping, and he kept thinking of bathwater and wet knees when he should be thinking of flour and saucepans, but he was otherwise calm and collected.

Then Ryoma ambled into the room wearing Tezuka's shirt. His wet hair was tangled and dripping water into the hollows of his neck.

"Buchou, I think it's burning," he said.

Tezuka turned back to the oven without a word, but he was already casting about for a suitable sword so that he could commit sekkupu.

He'd just about managed to salvage the dumplings when the phone rang. He swore. "Echizen-kun, could you answer that?"

"Sure." Ryoma picked up the handset. "Hello. No, this isn't Tezuka-san. Hang on, I'll check." He held the phone to his chest. "Buchou, are you playing a match today?"

Tezuka opened his mouth to reply, saw the triangle of skin where Ryoma had left the last few shirt buttons open, and shook his head instead.

"No, he's not. Okay. I'll tell him. Yeah? So? Mada mada dane, you loser." Ryoma slammed the handset back into the cradle.

"Who was that?" asked Tezuka, dreading the answer.

"Some jerk called Sumisu." Ryoma wandered closer to inspect Tezuka's handiwork. His arm brushed Tezuka's belly as he dipped a finger into the sauce.

"What did he say?"

"What didn't he say? He wasn't very nice." Ryoma sucked his finger thoughtfully.

Tezuka did his best not to expire. All those years of sexual repression were ganging up on him and threatening to take control of his entire body -- or at least, certain discrete locations within it.

"I liked it better when you called me Ryoma-kun, buchou."

"Heh," Tezuka replied -- with great intelligence, in the circumstances.

Tezuka had not dined with suspected drug addicts before, so he couldn't say if Ryoma's enthusiastic guzzling of his dumplings was due to the after-effects of cocaine consumption, normal hunger or mere politeness. On balance, he thought he could at least rule out the last option. It was Ryoma, after all.

For his own part, Tezuka spent a lot of time with his eyes closed as he attempted to stage a counter-coup of his nervous system. If Ryoma had offered to let Tezuka dine off his naked chest -- a popular storyline in some of his more bukkake-centric DVDs -- Tezuka might have understood his body's reaction. As it was, the low table separating them was barely sufficient to hide Tezuka's opinion on the way Ryoma licked his mouth clean after every few bites.

"It's a lovely day," remarked Ryoma. "Do you feel like hitting some balls?"

"I thought you weren't playing any more," blurted Tezuka.

"How did you know that?" Ryoma's mouth dropped. "I was keeping my retirement a total secret!"

"Your retirement?" said Tezuka in confusion. "Then ... you haven't stopped practising because of drugs?"

"Huh? You think I'm taking steroids?"

"No, cocaine," replied Tezuka thoughtlessly.

"Its effects as a performance-enhancer have never been proved," Ryoma pointed out. "If I was going to cheat, I think I'd do it with something that actually works."

"But ... last night ..."

"Yeah, I definitely had one too many." Ryoma rubbed his forehead. "You were ragging me about my drinking the last time, I know, but how'd you get from there to cocaine?"

"Miki-sama --"

"Is a total cokehead, I know," finished Ryoma. "Wait a minute. Do you think she's ... supplying me, or something?"

"Would the idea be so far-fetched?" Tezuka injected some steel into his voice. "You certainly drink a lot. One thing leads to another ..."

"It does, doesn't it?" Ryoma looked struck. "That bitch is more intelligent than I gave her credit for."

"Ryoma-kun, please." Tezuka took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

A Ryoma-shaped blur rose from his side of the table and crouched beside Tezuka. Warm breath tickled Tezuka's ear, making his blood flow faster. "I started drinking about a year before I met you again. I know it's got worse. And I know why. It's why I'm quitting tennis. But I have never taken drugs, except for all those times I needed antibiotics after getting injured while playing. Crazing flying racquets and crazy people called Akutsu, do you remember those?"

"Yes." As if I could forget.

"At first it was fun -- winning all the time, getting to beat people who were better than me." Ryoma took Tezuka's glasses from his fingers and folded them up. His hands found either side of Tezuka's face. "But I beat my father. And you never seemed to be there. The only other person who really challenged me, and you were never there."

"Ryoma ..." began Tezuka. A warning? An invitation? A question? He never did find out.

Ryoma clumsily pressed his lips to Tezuka's mouth. "Don't," he mumbled, the words a hum against Tezuka's skin. "I need --" And his tongue was through, lapping at Tezuka's lips and teeth and tongue like Tezuka was a melting ice-cream.

He didn't seem to know the meaning of the word 'slow.' Hot, hard hands pushed Tezuka back until his back was flush against the table, and then further still. There was something sticky in Tezuka's hair and two warm spots on his thighs where Ryoma's knees pressed in close and Ryoma's tongue never stopped.

Breathing in Tezuka's lips like air, Ryoma wound his fists into Tezuka's shirt and half-slid, half-shoved him across the table and on to the floor. Most of breakfast came too. No matter how much Tezuka yielded, Ryoma forced more. He suckled frantically at Tezuka's mouth, his tongue, the corner of his lips, before plunging his tongue back inside.

Tezuka's jaw ached. He was lying on top of half a dozen smashed dumplings. Ryoma kissed like he played: mercilessly. The phone rang and rang. The answering machine picked it up. Sumisu's bellows echoed in Tezuka's ears like the distant sounds of a cow in labour.

At last, he gathered enough wit and courage to slide his hand under Ryoma's shirt.

Ryoma stiffened. An instant later he had pulled back -- the heavy press of his body and the tongue that was so wet that it was surprising, all gone.

"Shit!" he ground out. "Shit, shit, shit!"

"No." Tezuka touched a hand to his swollen lips. "Lovely."

Ryoma stopped clutching his head in distress. Slowly, he lowered his hands until they were on either side of Tezuka's head. "What did you say?"

Tezuka smiled.

"You ..." Ryoma shook his head. "I ..."

"Ryoma," said Tezuka, "surely I don't still have to tell you what to do?"

"Buchou." Ryoma dropped a kiss on to Tezuka's mouth. "Buchou." Gently, his lips nudged Tezuka's open. His tongue dipped inside. "Oh, fuck, buchou." He was gone again, but this time not far. He buried his face in Tezuka's neck. Tezuka touched the hair that was just as soft as it looked, feeling a stranger thrill than the one that was making him so hard it hurt.

There was the scream of a zip and Ryoma tried to pull away. But Tezuka kept light fingers on the back of Ryoma's neck. With a juddering moan, Ryoma pushed a hand between their bodies and bucked. Something hot and wet slid across Tezuka's exposed belly; Ryoma's knuckles stabbed Tezuka's hip bone.

Tezuka lifted the hair hanging over Ryoma's ear and stroked the hidden skin. Ryoma's hair, still damp from his bath, fanned out as he spooled it around his fingers.

"No," panted Ryoma, his knuckles burning friction as they flew across Tezuka's skin.

Tezuka threaded his hand deeper into Ryoma's hair, cupping his skull.

"Buchou," keened Ryoma, and Tezuka realised he was asking some kind of permission.

Smiling again, Tezuka said nothing. He pressed Ryoma's cheek against his jaw.

"Oh," sighed Ryoma, his knuckles slipping away from Tezuka's hip in a film of come.

I didn't know it would be this good, thought Tezuka. Aloud, as it turned out.

"I did," mumbled Ryoma. His entire body had gone lax, pinning Tezuka to the floor. Tezuka liked the weight. "All Kozue's fault ... she said I must really like it gay-style 'cause I was always did it from behind. I never even thought till she said ... and Miki doesn't have male escorts, so I had to ... you feel so nice."

"As nice as them?"

"Buchou," said Ryoma. "You're hard too."

"Yes." Tezuka shifted experimentally. "It only seems to happen with boys."

"Ah, so that was why you didn't like Akiko and Shiyori." Ryoma edged sideways, into the crook of Tezuka's arm. "Tough one, they said. They were proud of even getting you off once."

"I only ... because I was looking at you," Tezuka informed the ceiling. He felt his face flame.

Ryoma chuckled. He has a dirty laugh, Tezuka thought. Ryoma's fingers delicately closed around Tezuka's zip, drawing it down tooth by tooth.

"I kissed you," he said, "so I guess we're square."

Tezuka caught Ryoma's hand as it made for the waistband of his boxers. "Wait."

"But --"

"Kiss me again," said Tezuka.

Ryoma did, right away.

"Now can I ... buchou? Please?" Ryoma licked Tezuka's throat.

"On one condition."

"What?"

"You never kiss anyone else."

"Buchou." Tezuka could feel Ryoma's smile against his skin as easily as his fingers. "I never did."

__


In the first-class departure lounge for flight 782 to San Francisco, two men sat side-by-side. They were scandalising the other passengers by blatantly holding hands across the plastic arm of the chair. When the one in glasses leaned across and kissed the other man full on the mouth, right there in public, one society matron was so shocked that she had to be administered smelling salts and '78 Beaujolais by the flight attendants.

Ryoma watched in amusement. "I never knew you had such a naughty streak, Kunimitsu."

"And you don't?" retorted Tezuka. "I learned from the best."

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" asked Ryoma, for the thousandth time. "There's still time to change your mind --"

"So that Fuji can come and pray at me? I think not. Besides, it is a great honour to be a coach at such a prestigious academy. I will enjoy myself while you're running around trying to be a movie star."

"Producer. How many times have I --" Ryoma caught Tezuka's eye. "If you don't watch out I'll feel you up in public and we'll get chucked off the plane."

"Hardly. Where we're going it's not a problem."

"It's lucky we're both good at English, huh?" Ryoma laced his fingers tighter with Tezuka's.

"But I'm not." Tezuka raised his eyebrows. "Sumisu-san said my English was stilted. It will be difficult at first, I'm sure."

"Sumisu -- that's your fat agent?" Ryoma laughed. "Tezuka, he can't speak a word of English! Everyone knows that."

Tezuka sat in thoughtful silence for a while. "How did I not notice that?"

"You're like me," said Ryoma. "You can't see the forest for the trees."

"Good thing this forest has Miki-sama."

"Yeah, she's wasted on the escort business. She should be running a country."

"But only a small one. Like Canada."

"Did that guy just take a picture of us?"

"Now who's slow? That's the fourth paparazzi I've seen."

"Mada mada dane."

"We'll see about that."



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every Starbucks should have a polar bear: I love youscoradh on September 6th, 2006 05:17 pm (UTC)
That was set in the Hyatt and there really was a red-dressed singer there? Awesome! It's been ages since I saw Lost in Translation and to be honest I didn't like it all that much. My brain must have retained the information.

You're too sweet to read this. But you know you don't have to -- right?
let's keep it casual: Yanagi Lipscasually on September 6th, 2006 09:35 pm (UTC)
Ryoma in the image of a fallen (but not really) rock tennis star. Tezuka as still the stoic (and closeted) man we know and love. Oh, Pillar Pair how I love you. And sneaky, Golden Pair!

And I died at Fuji being a monk, but the fact that he was like "here Tezuka, PORN!" before it... dies a little more.

I said it back when you were still writing HP fics, I love your writing. And for some reason, you're making me want to write too. XP
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: 4 Weddingsscoradh on September 6th, 2006 09:48 pm (UTC)
[facepalm] Yes, I totally stole my own plot fot this one (Snakes and Ladders, two years ago). And Lost In Translation, of course. What a stunner I am.

Well, Fuji. Porn wouldn't faze him. God knows what would.

Writing is good. Posting is bad. Hell, as long as it's not TezFuji and I really hope I'm not hitting an OTP here because there is way. too. much. effing TezFuji in the world OMG.
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i'd kiss you if you weren't so damn ugly: TezuRyo tennis is the best kindtakewing on September 7th, 2006 05:24 am (UTC)
Oh my god. If ever there comes a day where I'm NOT speechless when I'm trying to review something you've wrote, then that's the day... something bad is going to happen. I don't even know - I can't be witty, even.

I didn't think Tezuka and Ryoma were off the mark at all - it makes sense that they would have changed after 10 years, but at the same time, so many things hadn't changed at all, just like Fuji told Tezuka.

And oh god. I think I died a little at:

"You never kiss anyone else."

"Buchou." Tezuka could feel Ryoma's smile against his skin as easily as his fingers. "I never did."


That whole smexin' it up on the breakfast table scene was superb, but so was all the build-up and the plot and and the characters and I don't think I could point out anything about this that I didn't like.

I'll be reccing this for sure. And my goodness, woman, you need to share your fics beyond your flist please. I can think of about a bajillion people who would eat this fic up!
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Tangled Golden Pairscoradh on September 8th, 2006 10:28 pm (UTC)
Aww. [shuffles feet] I'm always surprised when people say that, because I think there are one or two good moments in some of my fics -- but nothing consistent, or anything!

In fact, I ... no. I have nothing to say that can convey how good this feedback made me feel about my writing! ♥

I'll be reccing this for sure. And my goodness, woman, you need to share your fics beyond your flist please. I can think of about a bajillion people who would eat this fic up!

Well, I will -- now. I needed assurance first. I'm really insecure!

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hikaridonya on September 7th, 2006 08:37 am (UTC)
Oh god. Oh god, oh god, oh god.

I am so, so, so glad that takewing recced this, and that I trust her judgement in fanfiction immensely, because if I'd missed this one, I think I'd have cried.

This was absolutely amazing. I adore your writing style, it is so wonderful, and just perfect for the story. I'm almost speechless. You have the subtle humour in your lines, like 'the cigar the size of a pony' from the first part, if I remember correctly, and 'Anglophiles' who amuse me. There was just so much in this that wasn't overtly-in-your-face funny, it was just there, and that was perfect.

Your Tezuka and Ryoma are wonderful. They are not as OOC as you think. You put them into situations, and wrote them how you thought they'd react. I loved them. Ryoma and his whirlwind marriage - and oh, heartbreak because she was trying to fuck-him over, and he was marrying her because he thought he loved her, and I just couldn't help but go oh Ryoma. Ryoma knowing Tezuka's Dad was dead, and tracking Tezuka back down. Tezuka being the only person to reprimand him. Ryoma still calling him buchou. Just so many little things that I adored.

"You never kiss anyone else."

"Buchou." Tezuka could feel Ryoma's smile against his skin as easily as his fingers. "I never did."


That was absolutely wonderful, and made my TezuRyo fangirl go all happy and yup.

OH! I also loved that Tezuka squished the dumplings. I just found it amusing that he was lying on them. I'm rather weird, but there were lots of little moments like that that I loved.

And Ryoma doing a coke commercial, and shouting that he doesn't even like it.

BEFORE I FORGET! Which I have. Twice now. And I really wanted to mention it. David Beckham! Just... so funny. Because him as embassador of England for Japan, is so damn true, and so incredibly funny. I love your humour! I'd say you have classic British kind of humour, but I don't know where you're from.

Um. I'll stop now. Because I'm probably close to the comment limit, um. So! In conclusion - Loved it. Will rec it to my own flist, because this needs to be read. But if you don't want to post it to the communites, then don't. But I think you'll find this fic is going to find it's way around people anyway.

RIGHT! The real conclusion now-

oirthjigfyjhoimgioevuroiptuiomewcwl;v,k ♥
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: I love youscoradh on September 8th, 2006 08:58 pm (UTC)
*_______________________*

Now I'm not one for anime faces, but good Christ. I don't think I've made someone this happy with fic for a looooong time. Maybe ever. Genuine appreciation is just ... LOVE. Sparkly. Shiny. Worship-worthy. I want to quote your review back at you to tell you how great it was, but that would be lame.

I'd say you have classic British kind of humour, but I don't know where you're from.

[laughs] Irish, actually, but I don't mind being referred to as British (unlike, uh, 99% of the population). And Irish humour isn't quite my thing ... I like a few less fecks, drinks, wimmen lines in my wit (what little I have, and yes that's probably unfair to Irish comedians who aren't Father Ted, but whatevs).

I don't mind about posting to communities! It's just nerve-wracking, and I'm afraid to step out of my flist comfort zone where no one's really going to be that bitchy at me. I can handle concrit, usually, but I haven't got much confidence in PoT as opposed to HP. I might stick it on tenipuri_yaoi after what you said, and maybe a TezRyo one if I can find it.

In conclusion: icon. (I use it a lot in PoT; when I do get feedback I love it so much more than I ever did before.)

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hikaridonya on September 7th, 2006 08:42 am (UTC)
ACTUALLY! *coughs* I'm sorry! I can't help myself! Just one more thing. Fuji as a monk is absolutely priceless. Eiji and Oishi still playing doubles and running a tennis club, adorable, because they're still the Golden Pair. Momo and Kaidoh in rival companies amuses me far too much, and arguing over their sons, and oh, wonderful. Taka opening up a chain of Sushi restaurants, and INUI THE MULTI-MILLIONAIRE! Absolute bloody genius.

...I really am done now. Honestly. I swear I am.
every Starbucks should have a polar bearscoradh on September 8th, 2006 09:00 pm (UTC)
Oh, GOOD. Because I was fretting that they all had such shiny lives, and that none of them was a crack whore or anything. Well, except Ryoma. Um.

Your comments made my day.

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Lullaby in my hand: tezuryo racket Ttodaythesamesky on September 7th, 2006 09:10 pm (UTC)
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Too busy being blown away.

Will leave better comment when I can put words together again.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Footballscoradh on September 11th, 2006 12:10 am (UTC)
omg, you read this too? You are so awesome. [snuggles]
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let's get the seven lines.: to warm the lonely nightbookshop on September 9th, 2006 05:04 am (UTC)
1.
As a test, Tezuka had once played the theme tune to Pokemon at full blast

HAHAHA. Of course, Tezuka has the theme to Pokemon just lying around. asdfj;lksdfdlsak;jldkasf. OF COURSE. =))

But there was quite a significant part of Tezuka that thought the sight of Ryoma -- his de-feathered hair shaggy around his face, his arrow-straight posture swamped with high-fashion clothes -- was the best thing that had happened all week.

:x

He noticed that Ryoma's tiny round sunglasses hid his expression more effectively than a motorcycle helmet

Ahahaha, of course they do, because neither of them ever HAS an expression that can be effectively conveyed in any other (normally animated) part of their face.

OH GOD RYOMA. RYOMA ANGRY, CONFUSED, BITTER, HURT, AND SULKY. OH OH OH OH OH I THINK MY HEART IS GOING TO BEAT ITS LITTLE WAY OUT OF MY CHEST ONTO THE FLOOR, WHERE IT WILL THEN PROCEED TO FLOP ITS WAY TO WHEREVER YOU ARE SO IT CAN PRESENT ITSELF TO YOU AND GIVE YOU ITS LAST DYING SPASMS OF LOVE. RYOMA POURING TEZUKA'S TEA BACK IN THE POT BECAUSE HE KNOWS TEZUKA WILL USE IT AS A PROP TO DODGE THE ISSUE, BECAUSE HE KNOWS TEZUKA'S FATHER DIED THREE YEARS AGO, BECAUSE HE'S STILL EVERY BIT AS OBSESSED WITH TEZUKA AS TEZUKA HAS BEEN WITH HIM, BECAUSE IT IS LOVE AND HE'S ALL HURT AND INJURED AND PETTY AND LOST AND WAH WAH NOTHING BUT ALCOHOL AND PONTA AND THINGS THAT TASTE LIKE TEZUKA OH GOD FLOPPITY FLOP FLOP.

The red cobwebs across Ryoma's eyeballs. oh god. Oh, Tezuka, honey, Ryoma needs you to save him from the shallow stupor that is his life. :((

"Right." Tezuka didn't move his gaze, letting Ryoma fill it with his elbow, his hip, his knee, his walking away.

I really, really, really love you for writing this fic. :|

SEIGAKU LOVE!!!!!!!!! omg momokai forever and i swear to god Fuji became a monk as the ultimate sadistic joke on the rest of the world for taking his TRANSCENDANT SEXUALITY off the market.

RYOMA NOT PLAYING TENNIS OH MY GOD RUN FASTER TEZUKA.

I seriously love Miki. Why aren't there more Prostitute-Angel-of-Light fics in this fandom. Why.

God. Tezuka is so tensed and wired and repressed in this fic it's almost making me edgy just to read about it. GOD. BATH. GUH. NO WORDS. JESUIAFSDASAFJSKLDFJASDKLJSDLGJASLF. AND RYOMA WEARING TEZUKA'S SHIRT WHICH IS LIKE THE HOTTEST THING IN MY LIFE EVER AND WHICH SHOULD HAPPEN IN EVERY SINGLE FIC EVER WRITTEN :(((((((( And somehow it's ten million times hotter that he does it when they're not together. The way he casually assumes that everything Tezuka has/does/is is for him, because, let's face it, it is.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Snakey thangscoradh on September 10th, 2006 10:18 pm (UTC)
Re: 1.
Tezuka has the theme to Pokemon just lying around.

If it weren't for Pokemon I wouldn't even be here. I think a lickle tribute was in order, ne? (Ooh~er, fangirl Japanese. Deary deary me.)

Why aren't there more Prostitute-Angel-of-Light fics in this fandom.

I kind of write an awful lot of prostitutes. And addicted people. I don't know what my subconscious is trying to tell me ... I probably wouldn't like it if I did ...

The way he casually assumes that everything Tezuka has/does/is is for him, because, let's face it, it is.

Mais bien sur. Tezuka used his drop shot the same week he was told not to by A DOCTOR, just to help Ryoma break his potential. The guy is a martyr for love. Or maybe just Ryoma. But Ryoma equals Love in Tezuka's mind. Or maybe love equals doing drop shots when you know you could injure yourself permanently by doing it, because I doubt Tezuka can think without some kind of tennis metaphor. >.>

In case I don't mention it anywhere else, your feedback made my day week month, I think. It's awesome that someone thinks so highly of this ... particularly when I don't, much. I feel like I have the POWAH. You know, to spread happiness or something.

Seriously -- I'm too reticent to express myself properly, but WHOA. When I saw there were four comment notifications in my inbox, I was sure you hated it and was too scared to click for ages. Meh, I'm an idiot, but you're not. Thank you so much.

[flattered to death]
let's get the seven lines.: yeah i saw you first.bookshop on September 9th, 2006 05:07 am (UTC)
2.
Ryoma sucked his finger thoughtfully. YES, HE IS THOUGHTFULLY TRYING TO SEDUCE THE FUCK OUT OF YOU. LITERALLY, IT SEEMS. adslkjf god. ball-beating. Ryoma and the clumsy innuendos. One more thing he and Tezuka have in common. :D

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod Ryoma clumsily pressed his lips to Tezuka's mouth. "Don't," he mumbled, the words a hum against Tezuka's skin. "I need --" everything, Ryoma needs everything Tezuka has to offer, and they both know it. :((

:((:((:((:((

No matter how much Tezuka yielded, Ryoma forced more. oh, oh, oh my joy-filled, breaking heart. Just like their tennis, always.

At last, he gathered enough wit and courage to slide his hand under Ryoma's shirt.

Ryoma stiffened. An instant later he had pulled back -- the heavy press of his body and the tongue that was so wet that it was surprising, all gone.

"Shit!" he ground out. "Shit, shit, shit!"

"No." Tezuka touched a hand to his swollen lips. "Lovely."

Ryoma stopped clutching his head in distress. Slowly, he lowered his hands until they were on either side of Tezuka's head. "What did you say?"

Tezuka smiled.

"You ..." Ryoma shook his head. "I ..."

"Ryoma," said Tezuka, "surely I don't still have to tell you what to do?"


*SCREAMS* FUCK I DON'T EVEN HAVE WORDS. TEZUKA. TEZUKA. PANICKED AND HORRIFIED RYOMA AND HIS HORROR THAT HE'S FUCKED THINGS UP FOREVER WHEN HE'S JUST CRACKED TEZUKA STRAIGHT DOWN THE MIDDLE AND OPENED HIM UP WIDE TO LIFE AND LOVE AND ETERNAL HAPPINESS AND OH OH OH OH OH OH OH

AND SOMEHOW THE FACT THEY ARE DOING THIS ALL ON TOP OF BREAKFAST IS THE MOST WONDERFUL THING IMAGINABLE.

"Kiss me again," said Tezuka.

Ryoma did, right away.

"Now can I ... buchou? Please?" Ryoma licked Tezuka's throat.

"On one condition."

"What?"

"You never kiss anyone else."


oh my GOD.

"Buchou." Tezuka could feel Ryoma's smile against his skin as easily as his fingers. "I never did."

OH MY GOD. *bursts into tears*
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Adoredscoradh on September 10th, 2006 10:14 pm (UTC)
Re: 2.
Ryoma and the clumsy innuendos. One more thing he and Tezuka have in common. :D

I tried to make them understand that they don't need to impress each other, but you know. Wood for the trees. (Must. stop. using. that. metaphor.)

AND SOMEHOW THE FACT THEY ARE DOING THIS ALL ON TOP OF BREAKFAST IS THE MOST WONDERFUL THING IMAGINABLE.

[facepalm] Boy, I hate the way I do that. I wanted a shiny, pretty sex scene for once. JUST ONCE. But no, I had to remember that they were jacking off on top of the dumplings. My brain is so determinedly un-romantic I'm surprised it doesn't try to make me write murder mysteries or something.

Still, if it amuses people I'm not complaining. (Much.)

Hey, has anyone told you lately that you win at life? Because you do. [sparkles]
let's get the seven lines.: to move all around your heartbookshop on September 9th, 2006 05:08 am (UTC)
*backs up, catches breath*

Smiling again, Tezuka said nothing. He pressed Ryoma's cheek against his jaw.

"Oh," sighed Ryoma, his knuckles slipping away from Tezuka's hip in a film of come.


That is the most romantic thing I've ever seen. :(( :(( :(( Ryoma asking permission. :(( God. I'm almost too completely caught up in this to spare a moment for analysis but oh my god, the way you write sex is brilliant - the contrast between this sex scene and the first one, the way they both are so character-oriented, and the way they serves to reveal the complete degeneration of the walls Tezuka and Ryoma have built around themselves, is absolutely fabulous. God. In addition to being hot, it is pure love and a beauteous thing to behold. And oh, oh, oh, Ryoma here just reverts completely back to the beautiful earnest person he has forgotten how to be without Tezuka, even as Tezuka is finally letting out the side of him that he's only ever shown to Ryoma to begin with. It makes so much sense here, all of it - that ten years isn't enough to disconnect them from each other, that no time will ever be enough; because their need for each other is spread out and exposed all over the place like one of Sumisu's orgies.

EPILOGUE-ISH ENDING FOR GREAT YAY!!!!!

oh my god oh my god they're so in love and happy i never want them to stop.

OH MY GOD AND THEY'RE ELOPING TO SAN FRANCISCO TO BE GAYTOGETHER FOREVER IT'S LIKE YOU KNOW MY SECRET FANTASIES. Ryoma being a producer is hilarious. I can picture him ordering people around and snarking at everyone while they scamper and brownnose and grovel, and then Tezuka will like, drop by his office with a homemade lunch and scold him for not eating properly. Oh true love. God. I love that you showed life-after-tennis for both of them, too, and made it seem so easy - because really, as long as they have each other (and Karupin), why shouldn't it be????

Now just give me the sequel where Ryoma brings Miki-san out of the escort business by flying her in for a screen test and making her a star. It would be a small price to pay for BRINGING THE TWO OF THEM TOGETHER. AHAHAHA AND NOW I'm wondering if she, like, conked Ryoma on the head and strategically arranged him to look OD'd AND HELPLESS so she could summon Tezuka to his gallant rescue. I BET RYOMA SULKED CONSTANTLY AND IT WAS THE ONLY WAY SHE COULD GET HIM TO STOP INSISTING ON TAKING HIS JR. HIGH TENNIS RACKET TO BED. LOVE. THIS FIC IS PURE LOVE.

okay, but seriously. like two seconds before i clicked over to this fic I was telling someone that I was afraid the fandom was dying, slowly but surely. So, the joy and exuberance I've felt and hopefully managed to convey through my general all-capping and incoherence, is on a meta level, joy not just at this lovely, brilliant fic, but that you are here, and writing about things, and thinking through them and reinventing and discovering new ways to think about the show and about the pairing. Thank you so so much for the reminder that this fandom is still mada mada dane, and as long as people like you are still writing fics this creative, it will have a long and glorious life.

every Starbucks should have a polar bear: I love youscoradh on September 10th, 2006 10:10 pm (UTC)
And oh, oh, oh, Ryoma here just reverts completely back to the beautiful earnest person he has forgotten how to be without Tezuka,

Well, I was trying to express that Tezuka was Ryoma's anchor, and that without his guiding influence (among other things) Ryoma went off the rails. Wasn't quite sure I nailed it though, but you saw it! That's all kinds of awesome. Maybe I don't totally fail at life. :P

the way you write sex is brilliant

[amused] And I've certainly never heard that before. I hope it starts a trend ... ambitious? Who, me?

OH MY GOD AND THEY'RE ELOPING TO SAN FRANCISCO TO BE GAYTOGETHER FOREVER IT'S LIKE YOU KNOW MY SECRET FANTASIES

I always think that's the best place to be, perhaps because it's so gay-friendly. And, uh, they could hang out with Princess Mia and stuff. It just seemed to me if you were trying to escape straight-laced Japanese society, you were highly educated, and gay into the bargain -- where else would you go?

I'm wondering if she, like, conked Ryoma on the head and strategically arranged him to look OD'd AND HELPLESS so she could summon Tezuka to his gallant rescue

Yes, yes; that was pretty much it. ♥

it will have a long and glorious life.

I'm not going anywhere any time soon. This series stole my soul and ate it with fava beans (and a nice Chianti). I'm going to look so mad at college, babbling on about tennis and maybe wearing a blue wristband at all times. But hey. I can deal.

I'm also going to stop quoting back your review at you, because I look lame. *__* Your feedback is far far better than my fic, to be sure.
Jenny Penny: OTPweirdlyyours on September 9th, 2006 09:12 pm (UTC)
"You never kiss anyone else."

"Buchou." Tezuka could feel Ryoma's smile against his skin as easily as his fingers. "I never did."
as;dlkfj OH MY GOD THIS IS BRILLIANT. ♥♥♥ I love Tezuka's exasperation at being ordered to do commericials and Ryoma with feathers in his hair. And Fuji as a monk!! The very image makes me giggle and I think if Fuji ever met Miki-chan, they might become very good friends (and rule Canada together).

Clearly I need to stalk you now. *friends*
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Chibi Ryomascoradh on September 11th, 2006 12:14 am (UTC)
The very image makes me giggle and I think if Fuji ever met Miki-chan, they might become very good friends (and rule Canada together).

I have never been to Canada, but I have met many Canadians in my class. I feel they would appreciate being ruled by Fuji and Miki. Honest I do.

[friends back] Glee! I love having people around who like my fics. It makes me feel much less guilty at posting time.
~: (13)mananeh on September 10th, 2006 11:39 pm (UTC)
I adored this! I mean, I think bookshop quoted a lot of the best bits at you, but I also loved:

Tezuka noted the red cobwebs matted across Ryoma's eyeballs

... which was a phrase of pure genius, and

His vision blurred for the length of one cup,

... which was poignant and elegant and eloquent and wonderful and guh!

Monk!Fuji, expert in porn, was great, as was snarkier-than-usual-Tezuka. And I can sooo see Ryoma heading for exactly that lifestyle.

...that's not adequate praise for how much I enjoyed this. I really loved it. It's going on my 'rainy day re-read' list.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Recyclingscoradh on September 11th, 2006 12:19 am (UTC)
And I can sooo see Ryoma heading for exactly that lifestyle.

So can I -- for the simple reason that, were I in his position, I totally would! :D

Your comment was so lovely. [sighs] I feel undeserving, but very, very happy. I suppose it was a good thing when Sumisu popped into my head, after all. ♥ ♥ ♥
Innusiq: PoT:  Tezuka - doujinshi aproninnusiq on September 12th, 2006 05:26 pm (UTC)
Wow! First off, I love future fics. The possibilities are endless... Secondly, I liked both your Tezuka and Ryoma. In a way they are different than the boys we see in the anime and manga, and yet the same. They have grown, as 10 years will do to a person. A little part of them will remain the same, but there is a whole new person on top of the old one. That is what this fic perfectly portrays in both characters.

And was I supposed to feel a little sad for Eiji and Oishi? I mean I know they're great fathers and all, but come on. Aren't they supposed to be the one couple that gets together no matter what? *sigh* I did like picturing them at the little reunion all cuddly despite the fact they are married to other people. *sigh again*

This was an amazing read this morning. A perfect way to start the day.
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Recyclingscoradh on September 14th, 2006 08:08 pm (UTC)
That is what this fic perfectly portrays in both characters.

Phew! Am I ever glad to hear you say that. ♥

Yes, you were supposed to pity them in a way. Oishi strikes me as being a die-hard traditionalist, and Eiji probably wouldn't rock the boat either. I like to see Ryoma and Tezuka as men apart, but that's just me. :D

I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Ria: ryoma and karupin OTPkessie on September 13th, 2006 12:12 am (UTC)
You know, I've been trying to think up something remotely intelligent to say about this for days that isn't repeating what everyone else has already said, but, well, screw it. The first thing that occured to me is that Ryoma is really Nanjiroh's son in this: going off the rails, doing drugs, drinking too much, and having unsuitable female friends. Part of me thinks that Nanjiroh would possible be slightly impressed with Ryoma, since he was managing to bugger up things even better than Nanjiroh did. Point for him.

I think I'm going the roundabout way of saying that I loved this, it is awesome, and it rocked in every way possible. :D I ended up reading this instead of making a dent in my reading list, and it was most definitely worth it. ♥ I loved how neither of them is perfect in this, and how their flaws show in their actions and, in Tezuka's case, his thoughts as well. Even the breakfast scene was imperfect, and that was simply brilliant.

I don't think I'm doing this justice, so let me just say that towards the end of this fic I ended up having to stop so I could squeak and wave my hands wildly in the air (thankfully I was alone in the house while reading this, but my family wouldn't have considered it any way out of the ordinary, regardless). And the end scene was simply marvellous. Shocking old ladies with scandalously gay making out. Yes. ♥

You rock, as does your fic, and... uh, I'm friending you if that's okay? You win, man, you win. :D

Riakessie on September 13th, 2006 12:14 am (UTC)
Also: I forgot to mention that Fuji ending up as a monk? Is sheer genius. Oh, Fuji, you had to have the last laugh and mock the world by taking yourself off the market. And going bald, to boot. :|
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seii_ryu on September 13th, 2006 04:24 am (UTC)
Fuji's a what? Lol, am smiling too hard.

I love this fic- Tezuka and Ryoma are very American, but they work (hee). That crack about Canada- actually just the entire end is really funny.

*memorizes*
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Apollo balletscoradh on September 13th, 2006 08:57 pm (UTC)
I love this fic- Tezuka and Ryoma are very American,

[wheezes] What? What? I think I'll die from laughing. I s'pose they are, a bit ... more American than Japanese, anyway ... still! [highly amused]

Thanks for reading! Have some Fuji monklove.
(no subject) - seii_ryu on September 13th, 2006 09:01 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - scoradh on September 13th, 2006 09:14 pm (UTC) (Expand)
(no subject) - seii_ryu on September 13th, 2006 11:01 pm (UTC) (Expand)
karorumetallium: piliflyingkarorumetallium on September 18th, 2006 05:36 pm (UTC)
Just... wonderful. I'll tell you a story: I found this fic last wednesday, and since I don't have internet at home, I saved it to read later... without realizing that part 2 was already posted (I didn't even read it xD). When I read it at home, I felt like crying because it was so intense and real; yes, I liked Tezuka's dry humour and Ryoma being the brat we all know and love even at twenty-two (and angsty, and bitchy, and sulky *__*), I loved Tezuka's angst, the fact they've loved each other all those years, the fact they're not perfect and they need each other. It felt real, it made perfect sense and I wanted, I NEEDED to read the second part. I resisted till friday evening and then went to a crappy cyber near home to read part 2. I couldn't leave a comment then, but I'm doing it now, and let me tell you this didn't dissapoint me in the least ^__^

I LOVE Pillar Pair. I remember the first pair that screamed "riiight" to me (after Golden Pair, of course, they're more than obvious) was Tezu/Fuji, but no fireworks in there... then I started reading TezRyo and the possibilities made me see stars. Reading this no one can help but think how perfect they're for each other. It has depth, and it made the fangirl in me melt in a happy puddle of goo.

I loved the characterization and the plot, the flow was perfect for me... and well, the smexing was hot, too xDDDD. Monk!Fuji killed me, but dude, you made it seem... dunno, right xD. Sumisu is priceless and Miki is... perfect, I agree with them, we need more Mikis in this world and not just because of her job xDDD. This is humour, romance, angst, smex, SHEER BRILLIANCE. Now I have to read all of your fics, fujicest included (because I like it too *___*). This is going to memories NOW!

And I have to stalk you. Please. Pretty pretty please with a cherry on top.

sbdijdghkjgkljasgkljasglajhaqwugqwueugewuoUWEEFLHSLD. I love you xDDDDDDDDDDD
every Starbucks should have a polar bear: Bellescoradh on September 18th, 2006 09:48 pm (UTC)
I loved Tezuka's angst, the fact they've loved each other all those years, the fact they're not perfect and they need each other.

The more I watch of this show, the more I see obvious signs of their perfect symbosis! Even if it's not at all sexual (and I doubt that it really is, because, yeah, it's all about the tennis), there is this uber-connection. It's amazing.

I love your story, too. ♥ I've done that a lot, too -- saving up stories for times when I have a comfortable seat and chocolate, etc. I'm really quite flattered that one of mine merited that treatment.

TezFuji is the one pairing I just don't get. It's like -- why?! Except for the rampant fanservice in the chibi episodes, and who knows what they're trying to say with that ... after all, Fuji's always a girl in them.

I hope you enjoy the others as much, it's great to think I can achieve that. :D Feel free to join my stalking club; membership is free and you get complimentary ecookies.
(no subject) - karorumetallium on September 19th, 2006 04:49 pm (UTC) (Expand)