ketchup (ketchupblood) wrote in ironman7, @ 2007-08-26 08:34:00 |
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Entry tags: | ketchupblood, prince of tennis, week 1: prompt 3 |
Prince of Tennis (Tezuka/Fuji) [week 1 - prompt 3]
Title: Just Leave
Author: ketchupblood
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 606
Summary: A part of the Dear Father universe.
Don't ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to.
It was a tidy little apartment, Fuji had say when his parents had questioned him on his housing situation, and so much easier to manage with someone else than it would have been on his own. That had not been strictly a lie, but not precisely a truth either. Firstly, it wasn’t a particularly small apartment. Fuji shrugged that thought off because it was small in comparison to other apartments, after all. It also wasn’t really much easier to clean with Tezuka there as well, seeing as Tezuka hardly ever cleaned, but then again Tezuka never left a mess and Fuji just had to clean his own up. If he were really pressed for answers, he could just say that he needed Tezuka for the emotional support, which was entirely true, and be done with it.
Of course, he would really rather just invite his parents over to see for themselves, but they seem to have gotten the idea from the parents of his friends (most notably and most probably Saeki, who had decided that he was going to survive on his own on some whim or another) that the kids needed their space and they had really better just let them do as they would. Strange, how his parents were so free-minded about that when he couldn't care less and so traditional on other views that defined his life.
That was the way that they were, though, so Fuji shouldn't have been surprised that they hadn't found out about the nature of his relationship with Tezuka until just then. He hadn't realized until then that announcing his engagement was not the best way to tell his parents. Or perhaps he had realized, but had avoided the actual act. Tezuka was looking at him, asking him what was going on. Of course. Tezuka had told his family ages ago, when they had first moved in. Fuji vaguely remembered promising to do the same. Fuji found that he couldn't meet his eyes.
Fuji's mother had a habit of pacing from her kitchen to her dining room when she was nervous or angry. When she was angry she would cook, when she was nervous she would clean. This time, she only paced. Fuji hadn't ever figured out what it meant when she just paced, but now he had a guess. She was disappointed. In him. That had never happened before.
His father just sat there, as if waiting for his son to tell him that this was just a joke, that today was not really the fifth of October but the first of April. He was the reason that they were both here today, to announce their engagement. He had come home for the first time in two months and Fuji hadn't known when he would have come home next.
Yumiko smiled softly at him, the only silent support that Fuji had. She had known, of course. Not through her cards—those were wrong half the time. She had walked in on them once when they had thought that they had the house to themselves, back in high school.
Yuuta just left. He just stood up and left. He had done that before, of course, but this time he wasn't leaving his home; he was only leaving Fuji.
No one spoke for the longest time. Fuji didn't fidget, a habit he had picked up from Tezuka. Tezuka reached hesitantly for Fuji's hand, needing comfort in a way that was more Fuji than it was Tezuka and finally, when the silence had been too much to bear for what seemed like an eternity, Fuji's mother said, "Just leave."
So they did.
I really was going to post this last night, but IJ kind of broked (that's my new favorite word, by the way. broked) so I couldn't... Is that okay?