fic: Lightning
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bonnefoisI didn't intend for this to be a Simple Pleasures update, but this just fit. For ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
beckerbell because she requested it and vierblith_tefu because she needs snuggles.
Past parts 1 or ff.net
I still have yet to tag (and edit!) the first part. Hmm.
Fuji likes storms.
He sits with windows open, inhaling the cool air. His tea has become lukewarm, but he takes no notice, for his gaze is fixed elsewhere. There is a fascination in the thunder, the shock, the power of the winds. Rain mesmerizes him, moisture spattering on the sides of the window.
For some, rain brings unhappiness, but to him, Rain simply brings memories.
He remembers it all. Fuji has never been frightened by the thunder; even when Yuuta was very young and clung to him, shuddering at each crashing wave of thunder, Fuji simply watched on. He stroked Yuuta’s bristly, peach-fluff hair until Yuuta would fall asleep on him. He was heavy and warm, and it mixed between comfort and discomfort, like food a bit too spicy.
Yuuta soon outgrew that stage, and even if Fuji teased him, he refused to remember those times. Fuji missed them, like all the times before, when Yuuta had looked up to him, held on to his hand, gripping tightly.
Somewhere along the line, Yuuta let go.
–
Fuji shifts now, the is cold, he drinks it in one gulp.
He remembers how Tezuka was so close and yet miles away. How his own skin should’ve been cold from the rain, yet it was heated, burning. It was the storm he needed, white light exploding overhead. They took shelter after that, he could still feel Tezuka’s anger, like the electricity in the air, how he was drawn and repelled, fascinated and angry at him.
It was the absence, when the sky was clear and bright that really struck Fuji. He missed the cool breeze, the frenshness that always accompanied the storms; the scent of rain, Yumiko always said.
He missed Tezuka, he hadn’t realized it until then.
–
The rain has almost stopped now. Fuji considers it from his seat. One last burst, and it will calm to a slight drizzle.
Tezuka is late, but Fuji is not particularly angry at this. Meetings often run long, or perhaps the storm itself had kept Tezuka from leaving.
Little ever keeps Tezuka back, but his overly cautious steak did make some things take longer than needed. Fuji smiles, that over cautiousness always gave him so many aspects to tease, to test, to slowly wear away at, rain to soil.
Even the rains will wear the mountains down, bit by bit. It might take many years, but eventually, eventually.
Not an hour later, Fuji hears keys jangling at the door. He turns, and there Tezuka is, only mildly late and rainsoaked from head to soggy feet.
“You’re home,” Fuji says.
He closes the distance fast, but silent, catlike in his movements.
Fuji leans up and slips fingers through Tezuka’s damp hair.
“How careless,” Fuji says with a wry smile.
He removes Tezuka’s steamed, droplet spattered glasses and cleans them on his shirt. A smile comes to his lips, mischievous, and before he gives the glasses back, he steals a kiss.
Tezuka tastes like rain.
Now off to finish moar fic XD
beckerbell because she requested it and vierblith_tefu because she needs snuggles.Past parts 1 or ff.net
I still have yet to tag (and edit!) the first part. Hmm.
Fuji likes storms.
He sits with windows open, inhaling the cool air. His tea has become lukewarm, but he takes no notice, for his gaze is fixed elsewhere. There is a fascination in the thunder, the shock, the power of the winds. Rain mesmerizes him, moisture spattering on the sides of the window.
For some, rain brings unhappiness, but to him, Rain simply brings memories.
He remembers it all. Fuji has never been frightened by the thunder; even when Yuuta was very young and clung to him, shuddering at each crashing wave of thunder, Fuji simply watched on. He stroked Yuuta’s bristly, peach-fluff hair until Yuuta would fall asleep on him. He was heavy and warm, and it mixed between comfort and discomfort, like food a bit too spicy.
Yuuta soon outgrew that stage, and even if Fuji teased him, he refused to remember those times. Fuji missed them, like all the times before, when Yuuta had looked up to him, held on to his hand, gripping tightly.
Somewhere along the line, Yuuta let go.
–
Fuji shifts now, the is cold, he drinks it in one gulp.
He remembers how Tezuka was so close and yet miles away. How his own skin should’ve been cold from the rain, yet it was heated, burning. It was the storm he needed, white light exploding overhead. They took shelter after that, he could still feel Tezuka’s anger, like the electricity in the air, how he was drawn and repelled, fascinated and angry at him.
It was the absence, when the sky was clear and bright that really struck Fuji. He missed the cool breeze, the frenshness that always accompanied the storms; the scent of rain, Yumiko always said.
He missed Tezuka, he hadn’t realized it until then.
–
The rain has almost stopped now. Fuji considers it from his seat. One last burst, and it will calm to a slight drizzle.
Tezuka is late, but Fuji is not particularly angry at this. Meetings often run long, or perhaps the storm itself had kept Tezuka from leaving.
Little ever keeps Tezuka back, but his overly cautious steak did make some things take longer than needed. Fuji smiles, that over cautiousness always gave him so many aspects to tease, to test, to slowly wear away at, rain to soil.
Even the rains will wear the mountains down, bit by bit. It might take many years, but eventually, eventually.
Not an hour later, Fuji hears keys jangling at the door. He turns, and there Tezuka is, only mildly late and rainsoaked from head to soggy feet.
“You’re home,” Fuji says.
He closes the distance fast, but silent, catlike in his movements.
Fuji leans up and slips fingers through Tezuka’s damp hair.
“How careless,” Fuji says with a wry smile.
He removes Tezuka’s steamed, droplet spattered glasses and cleans them on his shirt. A smile comes to his lips, mischievous, and before he gives the glasses back, he steals a kiss.
Tezuka tastes like rain.
Now off to finish moar fic XD
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Date: 2008-07-26 03:54 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-07-26 04:01 pm (UTC)Thank you! :D
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Date: 2008-07-27 06:58 am (UTC)I love the way you describe Fuji's thoughts... Is there FujiCest in here? Because yes, I agree with you, as much as sometimes TeFu hurts, I think Fujicest hurts alot more.
All in all, I adored this fic. I wanted to comment on this fic long long long time ago... I wonder why I'm doing it now? *shot*
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Date: 2008-07-30 04:50 am (UTC)Actually, I see Fuji-brother interactions as gen, or Fuji > Yuuta at the very most. So, if anythingit's gen~! Yeah D: It's hard to make Fujicest work well because Yuuta is so stubborn~! Their sibling love is beautiful, though.
Aww, thank yooou~ I hope to update it more soon. The poor thing has been sorely neglected.