Title: Abyss
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing/Characters: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Tezuka/Fuji-Inspired by Genius 365, how they met down the road once again- Fuji starts painting cliffs and wells. He becomes a master of every shade of brown. Somehow he is never able to reach the exact shade that mistified him years ago, neither in real life or his paintings.
The roar. The roar all around. The numbness that courses throughout his body... the feeling of euphoria. Then only one thought.
"Game set match. Syuusuke Fuji". He walks towards Tezuka. Elated. Adrenaline coursing through his veins, a dazzling, real, smile on his face, a glimmer in his hidden eyes. Subconsciously, and with Echizen's flabbergasted face on the background, he commands in the guise of a question, "After this tournament is over... will you have a match with me?" Tezuka obeys.
"Sure if that's what you want". The words are emphasized by Echizen's astounded 'Senpai.' Fuji comes to his senses and sees the yearning in his kouhai's eyes. Then he looks at Tezuka and realizes. He has won.
Then he falls into a dark brown endless abyss.
Fuji looks up at the grey sky, and tries to discover the endless possibilities hidden within the clouds. He serves.
He has a feeling of catharsis, only Tezuka and this game exist. He plays like he has to save a part of his soul. In a way he realizes this is true, but that there is no real purpose to this. This part of his soul already belongs that that deep brown abyss. He doesn't have the will to climb up. He doesn't want to either. Tezuka is smiling.
Fuji is falling.
Fuji starts painting cliffs and wells. He becomes a master of every shade of brown. Somehow he is never able to reach the exact shade that mistified him years ago, neither in real life or his paintings. His clients don't care and unintentionally, like many things in his life, fame and success come along.
One day he receives a phone call, the voice on the other end paints his whole world the perfect rich brown he has been looking for. He closes his eyes and savours the moment.
He is falling deeper than ever. Sweating and euphoric, he feels completely at home. Fuji knows that he cannot be held down at this moment, because he will perpetually be falling down the endless dark brown abyss. He hears Tezuka mumble "It wouldn't be Fuji". and he decides that Tezuka does not need to know that he has never wanted to climb up and escape. A part of his soul, has always belonged to Tezuka. It just so happens that Tezuka never knew.
Fuji smiles.