fic: Simple Pleasures: Whim
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bonnefoisTitle: Simple Pleasures: Whim
Series: Tenipuri
Rating: T
Word Count: 266
Summary: On weddings, prison and world domination averted by just a thread
A/N: Number eight! Merry (late) Christmas![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
crypticmadness (whereee'd you goooo? D:) This is part of a series of connected shorts, previous parts here on lj or ff.net
Fuji placed the phone back on the cradle. He still kept around an archaic type just as he kept around a phonograph in the house. The only things he didn’t take for antiques were the flat-screen TV and the computer.
“That was Takasan,” Fuji said. “His third child is a girl. Her name is Haruko.”
Tezuka looked up and hmmed. Fuji plopped down on the couch beside him. The news was white noise disasters beyond them.
“Momo is married two years now, Kaidoh’s a newlywed. It really makes one think... Do you ever wonder it was like if you’d married and had children?”
“I’d have to push you out of bed to get a wife,” Tezuka deadpanned. “That would only end in a murder trial.”
“You say that like I’d get caught,” Fuji said smugly.
“Then from prison you would topple every drug lord and mafioso from the inside, so no. I haven’t.”
Fuji threw his arms around Tezuka. “Oh Tezuka, don’t worry. You’ll always be my favorite prison bitch.”
“Fuji,” Tezuka said warningly.
But it was too late, Fuji had already tilted into his whimsical state and little would stop him from this train of thought.
“I wonder... Does that mean I’m your wife? Shall I be the mother of your children?”
“That’s currently illegal in this land and scientifically impossible,” Tezuka replied.
“That doesn’t stop us from trying, eh?” Fuji said. “We could try all night...”
The news and world disasters were summarily forgotten. With that Tezuka did his best to prevent the destruction of the known world one night at a time.
Series: Tenipuri
Rating: T
Word Count: 266
Summary: On weddings, prison and world domination averted by just a thread
A/N: Number eight! Merry (late) Christmas
crypticmadness (whereee'd you goooo? D:) This is part of a series of connected shorts, previous parts here on lj or ff.netFuji placed the phone back on the cradle. He still kept around an archaic type just as he kept around a phonograph in the house. The only things he didn’t take for antiques were the flat-screen TV and the computer.
“That was Takasan,” Fuji said. “His third child is a girl. Her name is Haruko.”
Tezuka looked up and hmmed. Fuji plopped down on the couch beside him. The news was white noise disasters beyond them.
“Momo is married two years now, Kaidoh’s a newlywed. It really makes one think... Do you ever wonder it was like if you’d married and had children?”
“I’d have to push you out of bed to get a wife,” Tezuka deadpanned. “That would only end in a murder trial.”
“You say that like I’d get caught,” Fuji said smugly.
“Then from prison you would topple every drug lord and mafioso from the inside, so no. I haven’t.”
Fuji threw his arms around Tezuka. “Oh Tezuka, don’t worry. You’ll always be my favorite prison bitch.”
“Fuji,” Tezuka said warningly.
But it was too late, Fuji had already tilted into his whimsical state and little would stop him from this train of thought.
“I wonder... Does that mean I’m your wife? Shall I be the mother of your children?”
“That’s currently illegal in this land and scientifically impossible,” Tezuka replied.
“That doesn’t stop us from trying, eh?” Fuji said. “We could try all night...”
The news and world disasters were summarily forgotten. With that Tezuka did his best to prevent the destruction of the known world one night at a time.
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Date: 2009-02-01 06:57 am (UTC)xD Tezuka clearly underestimates him, even now. Clearly. Also, I love how it has somehow become Tezuka's duty, for the good of mankind, to have hot hot sex with Fuji.