Love of Flowers

Disclaimer: I do not own POT or any of it's characters.

A/N: Gomen! but I lost the sidestory for the golden pair I am re writing it now and will upload it this weekend, as well as two chapters for Quest for Love (for those who are reading the story) Anyway I think this is my longest chapter XD for those who have asked the Adorable pair is Atobe and Jirou, Dirty Pair(Oshitari, Gakuto), Silver(Ohtori Shishido), Alpha(Sanada Yukimura) I guess I failed to say that...reviews are always loved...this chapter has a bit of angst its about adorable pair past....enjoy!!!

"Hoi, hoi! Fujiko-chan, Yuki-chan," a red head said joyfully entering the flower shop.

"Eiji. I was wondering when you would show your face today," a brown haired man appeared from the counter walking towards the red head with a smile.

"Fujiko-chan! Nyah you look so handsome. Ne, ne let me guess you're going to see that boyfriend of yours right!?" the red head exclaimed while pouncing onto Fuji.

"How did you know about that?" Fuji asked, smile still present.

"Yuki-chan told me. But isn't that great it's been so long since you went out! Ne, ne when can I meet him?" he asked innocently.

"Saa...I see Yukimura told you." Fuji glared towards Yukimura's direction who was in the corner of the shop, the blue haired man noticed the dirty look he was receiving and merely smiled back at Fuji with amusement. "Ne, Eiji you can meet him soon enough but really I just started going out with Tezuka."

"Nani? But Yuki-chan told me you guys were in love already," the red head exclaimed with a pout.

Fuji glared at Yukimura's direction and could tell that the blue haired man was enjoying this. "Saa...Eiji it's only been two weeks...besides Yukimura's the one in love," he said rather amused at Yukimura's reaction.

"Nani?! Yuki-chan's already in love with Sanada. Nyah! But I already met him...he's really scary," the red head shivered to as if to prove his point.

"Eiji!" Yukimura said in a warning voice.

"Hai, hai just kidding Yuki-chan."

"Saa...Eiji where's your husband?" Fuji asked with a grin.

"H-husband?" the red asked rather confused.

"Well you and Oishi have been together for a long time and you both act like husband and wife. It's actually rather cute."

"Fujiko-chan!!" the red yelled. He always disliked being at the receiving end of Fuji's cruel jokes. Suddenly noticing his lover walk into the shop he ran towards Oishi and clung to his arm," Shuichiro! Fujiko-chan's teasing me again!"

Oishi embraced his lover in an attempt to comfort the red head, he knew visiting Fuji and Yukimura wasn't a great idea but the red head insisted they go see their best friends and he could never deny Eiji especially when the red head was on the verge of tears.

"Fuji please stop teasing Eiji. I'm the one that always has to comfort him at night whenever you do."

"Saa...I knew Eiji was a little kitten in bed, he seems like the type, ne Seii-chan?" Fuji said with a rather sadistic smile.

"Fuji!"

F-Fujiko-chan!" Both man shouted at the same time turning beet red. Yukimura walked towards the three deciding to engage in the conversation which he thought was truly entertaining,

"Of course he is. But you know I think Oishi's the one that's a wild cat. It's a wonder that our little kitten hasn't gotten completely devoured yet, it's rather surprising that Eiji could even stand up straight, ne Syuu-chan?" Yukimura's smile widened when he saw both man nearly faint at his comment, and noticed how neither uttered a word afterwards.

"Saa...you win." Fuji and Yukimura both chuckled, it was always amusing teasing the cute couple.

"We're closing the shop soon you guys, but you could always come upstairs for some tea if you would like."

"Okay...but no more teasing," the red head said rather hesitantly.

Yukimura chuckled, "I promise."

"You guys will have to enjoy tea without me, I have to be somewhere right now," the brown haired man said smiling apologetically.

"Hn. Have fun."

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Yukimura stared at his tea cup in silence he still had an issue to deal with and didn't know how to go about it. Seeing Oishi and Eiji reminded him of that, though he had tried ignoring the issue altogether.

"Yukimura." Yukimura was traced out of his thoughts when he heard Oishi's voice, noticing the serious tone.

"There's a reason for our visit, we recently saw Yamada-sensei," Yukimura stared with widened eyes he knew it was bound to happen, that one of them would see him but he was hoping it wouldn't be so soon, "we were going to tell you soon...but we didn't know what to do since you told us not to tell Fuji."

"What did he say?"

"The same thing as last time, he asked for Fuji's whereabouts, but we didn't tell him."

"He said he really wanted to see Fujiko-chan he was really sad," the red head said with a sad expression.

"I see." Yukimura had no words to deliver he didn't know what to make of the situation, but he new waiting any longer would result in conflict.

"Yukimura, I know it's not my place to say this, but I think those two should settle this on their own. They were together once they should know what to do," the dark haired man said rather firmly.

Yukimura stared at Oishi in disbelief. "You knew?" he asked though deep inside he had a feeling that both men knew.

"Hai."

"Yuki-chan we always knew. Fuji always seemed to be really close to Yamada-sensei, it was only after he left that we realized their relationship. We were worried but we didn't know what to do, gomen...I still regret not being able to be there for Fuji and he always was there for me when I needed him." Oishi embraced Eiji tightly noticing the tears that were threatening to burst from the red head's eyes.

"Eiji...it's okay. I know Fuji knew that you were worried that's why he didn't say anything." Yukimura stood from his seat, "Gomen, but I have to go somewhere right now...it's important," he said apologetically.

"We understand." Oishi said with a soft smile.

"Arigatou."

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Fuji entered the apartment complex, he still remembered the way to Tezuka's apartment from the last time he was there. He was already excited that Tezuka had invited him over earlier in the day and was rather touch that Tezuka wanted to spend his day off with him. The past two weeks had been blissful for both, he had seen Tezuka more times then not and always had a great time.

He already knew he liked Tezuka but over the course of time he had come to understand that what he felt for the bespectacled man was deeper than mere attraction. There was only one thing he was afraid of in their relationship; falling in love with Tezuka too quickly. He didn't need to ask to know that this was the first time Tezuka had a relationship with a man it was rather obvious actually, he couldn't help but feel that maybe all Tezuka really wanted was to experience something he never had before and if that really was the case his heart would shatter once more because what he felt for Tezuka grew stronger every day.

Finally finding himself in front of Tezuka's apartment he knocked on the door waiting for the taller man to answer. In a matter of seconds Fuji found himself face to face with Tezuka his heart beating faster than ever which always happened when he was in the presence of the bespectacled man.

"Fuji." Tezuka greeted with a smile, moving aside to allow the other man to enter.

"Tezuka, I brought over dinner if that's okay with you."

"Aah, arigatou."

Tezuka led the way to the kitchen and watched Fuji prepare dinner for the both, his eyes unconsciously following the brown haired man's every move.

"Do you need any help?"

"If you don't mind preparing the salad," the brown haired man responded with a smile.

One thing Tezuka had no skill with was cooking; he always ate out with his colleagues or bought a bento at the market down the corner, which he thought was a result of eating his mother's home-made cooking for seventeen years. He never seemed to care for luxurious meals and was quite satisfied with just eating curry, the only decent meal he could cook which after two weeks of eating started to taste moderately bland.

But salad he could definitely handle, slicing a few vegetables here and there didn't seem so difficult. Of course the salad wouldn't have proven to be a hard task to accomplish if it wasn't for his constant staring of Fuji who seemed to glow in the sunlight that beamed through the kitchen light. Fuji's beauty was the only thing that could ever distract him from his tasks.

Tezuka winced from pain when he accidentally cut his finger with the knife.

"Tezuka! You're bleeding!" Fuji rushed to get a paper towel in order to ease Tezuka's pain, and was startled in noticing that his finger was gushing out a lot of blood. He placed his hands on top of Tezuka's in order to soothe the pain. "Gomen Tezuka, I shouldn't have asked you to help," he said sadly.

"It's ok, it's not painful." Tezuka reassured placing his hands over Fuji's, feeling the warmth the slender fingers were emitting.

Fuji looked up at Tezuka and saw the smile on the latter's face, finding himself staring into the hazel eyes that glimmered brilliantly. Suddenly strong hands closed over his upper arms and lifted him up onto the counter, he gave Tezuka a startled, questioning look, just before the bespectacled man bent over and his mouth closed over the smaller man's in a deep, passionate kiss. In a matter of seconds his mouth slightly open, as a tongue lazed into it and began to lave over all of the surfaces within.

When they broke away from the kiss, Fuji stared up at Tezuka with dazed, cerulean gleaming eyes, cheeks stained with a shade of pink

"Ne, Tezuka I think we should eat now before our dinner gets cold," Fuji said with a sly smile.

"Aah."

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Jirou laid on his bed reminiscing what happened two weeks ago with Atobe. He knew he had to talk to Atobe again and clear things up with him, they didn't get to talk much the last time they met. But he knew that he just wanted to see Atobe again, calling to mind the kiss he had receive from the latter. The kisses and gentle touches he had miss for al those years and could never forget even if he tried. Just thinking about Atobe brought back painful memories and feelings he had long ago sealed tight...

"Ne, Keigo is it true you're going out with Honda-san?" the golden haired boy asked Atobe while he laid down on his bed his head on Atobe's lap whom was reading a book about scientific theories.

"Jirou you shouldn't believe all those rumors," the silver haired boy said not looking up from his reading.

"I know, but is it true."

Atobe glanced up and placed his book by his side and glanced down at Jirou, "No Jirou, it's not true. Why do you insist on asking. Are you jealous?"

Jirou's body shifted lightly he hadn't expected that answer, but indeed he was jealous. Why wouldn't he be when the boy he has loved for the last six years was always dating a different girl everyday. He had known Atobe Keigo since middle school when Atobe transferred into his class during second year. Everyone was immediately enamored by the boy, who proved to be the smartest in the class as well as the richest. The latter was the reason why many girls and boys alike flaunted over the silver haired boy, Jirou didn't pay much attention to the boy since he found his sleeping more productive then having a conversation with a new classmate who he soon noted was rather arrogant.

It was during his last year in middle school when he actually noticed Atobe was in fact a normal person. Jirou always enjoyed his afternoon naps and found that the roof had the best scenery to easily relax into, that was when he noticed that Atobe was deep into a slumber something unlike him. Atobe noticed him but said nothing, the rest of the afternoon they enjoyed each others silent company.

During high school they both became fast friends and soon Jirou knew most of Atobe's life and learned that although Atobe was arrogant and narcissist at times it was all mostly to place distance between himself and others. Jirou was proud to know that he had passed the boundary Atobe placed for others. It was during this time that his napping had decreased and he felt more at ease when being near Atobe.

It was during their second year in highschool when Jirou first noticed how important Atobe's presence was in his life. When Atobe decided to go abroad for a summer program the golden haired boy felt the emptiness in his heart knowing how far Atobe was. Once Atobe returned the weight in his heart was lifted but something new occurred to him, every time he faced Atobe his heart would beat rapidly, never before had that happen. Soon he felt jealous whenever he saw Atobe with a girl. He knew Atobe always played around with different girls and never took them seriously, it just hurt him even more knowing that Atobe could be incapable of loving. Which he discovered was what he felt for the silver haired boy, love.

Jirou knew that his feelings would never be reciprocated but even so he followed Atobe to university hoping that maybe one day Atobe would at least look at him.

And that's where he found himself at the moment with Atobe in his room, an air of tension surrounding them, and Atobe's still unanswered question, and he knew it was better to answer honestly and once and for all end the feelings he felt for Atobe Keigo because he knew he was going to face rejection.

'Yes Keigo I am jealous," he answered nervously.

"There is no reason for you to be jealous Jirou," Atobe responded gazing down into Jirou's amber eyes which were staring back at his.

He knew he had to answer truthfully or regret it in the near future, "There is. I love you." Jirou rose from Atobe's lap and stared at Atobe who had a shocked expression. Jirou leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on Atobe's lips.

Jirou averted his eyes to the door already deciding it was best to just run away. "Gomen Keigo..."

Atobe stared at Jirou and noticed the sadness in the latter's eyes. "Jirou do you really love me?"

Jirou nodded in response and felt a gulp on his throat, "I love you Keigo, I love you so much."

"I love you too." Atobe replied with a smile. Atobe leaned forward and grabbed Jirou into a tight embraced, feeling a warm liquid staining his shirt, "Jirou why are you crying?"

"B-because I'm so happy...Keigo please don't ever leave me, my life would be meaningless if you did...I love you so much," he whimpered into Atobe's shirt.

"Hn, I won't. You'd do anything for me right?" Atobe asked with a grin on his face.

"Of course, I'd do anything for you," Jirou replied with a sweet smile.

"Aren't you afraid I will hurt you. Are you still willing to stay by my side if something were to happen?" Atobe asked while running his hands through Jirou's soft golden curls.

"Yes, I don't care if you hurt me I will still stay with you forever...." he replied with a reassuring voice.

Atobe's grin grew wider he leaned down and placed a kiss on the golden haired boy's lips, demanding for entrance which he won when Jirou parted his lips, his tongue running freely through the boy's mouth. "Good" he muttered through the kiss.

It had been a month since Jirou confessed to Atobe and he was already at bliss knowing that his feelings were reciprocated. Atobe asked him to move in with him in his apartment which was big enough to fit two families, Jirou had immediately agreed knowing that living together meant they would have more time to spend with each other.

Jirou reached in his bag for his keys to the apartment. "Keigo! I'm home!" he yelled but heard no response. Walking towards their room he saw the door slightly open and peeked inside not wanting to interrupt Atobe from his work. But was mortified at what he saw before his eyes, Atobe, his boyfriend, was making love to a woman.

He dropped his bag and stumbled backwards tears immediately strolling down his face. Everything went blank, he could only hear the sound of clothes rustling and didn't notice when the woman ran out towards the door. He didn't even notice when Atobe was standing over him.

"Jirou I thought you said you'd be home late today," Atobe said deadpan.

"K-K-Keigo...what was that....why did you..." No coherent words could escape Jirou's mouth, he was still too stunned to speak and didn't bother to wipe away his own tears.

"Jirou...I told you I could hurt you," Atobe paused and leaned down to face Jirou wiping away his tears with his hands. "Jirou if you love me you would accept me as I am. I do love you Jirou, but this is how I am, I can't change that, no one can. If you can't accept this then it's best that you leave now."

Jirou couldn't comprehend the words that were coming out of Atobe' eyes, even after what just happened his love for the silver haired boy was still there. Something deep inside him told him he couldn't leave Atobe because if he did he would never turn back. Rising to his feet he gazed into Atobe's eyes,"Keigo I do love you, and I said I would stay with you no matter what," he said with a forced smile though it came out weakly.

"Jirou..." Atobe leaned down and placed a soft kiss on Jirou's lips.

It had been half a year since the two were together, and Jirou felt himself fading away from reality slowly. Atobe still brought women over at night and spent most of the day with him. And all Jirou could do was withstand the treatment because even though Atobe went to women for pleasure he knew that deep down inside Atobe loved him, and only treated him as a real lover. But soon all of this meant nothing when after a year Jirou found Atobe making love with another man.

He could always accept him making love to women, because he thought he couldn't give Atobe something they could. But seeing him with another man completely shattered his heart into a million pieces. The only thing he found strange was that he didn't cry, it seemed he lost the power to do so after crying for so many nights. Deciding that it was over that he couldn't deal with such a cruel treatment he ran away from Atobe; he packed his belongings and left without saying farewell.

He realized that his love for Atobe was strong because he looked over all the cruel things Atobe had done to him, but it was a matter of time till his heart completely cracked. There was no more need for Atobe's love because he would seal his heart forever and never love again....

Jirou woke up not realizing when he had fallen asleep and realized how stained his cheeks were from the tears that were roaming free from his eyes.

"Keigo..."

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"Atobe-san you should really stop drinking," Ohtori pleaded, the silver haired man who was stumbling on his steps after drinking more than he could handle.

"Choutaro! What's going on out here?"

"Shishido-san! It's Atobe-san he drank too much I don't think we should let him go home by himself in this state." Ohtori said rather flustered.

"I can walk myself out. I don't need any help," Atobe said in a raised voice.

"Che, I don't want to be accused of being the one to lead the Atobe Keigo to his death. Just wait here," Shishido advised, when a blue haired man entered the bar glancing around as if looking for someone. Shishido walked over to the man, "Ah, Yukimura what can I do for you?"

"Hello Shishido-san. I was suppose to meet someone here but it seems like they got caught up at work..." Yukimura paused and noticed a rather drunk looking Atobe at the counter. "Ano...what is Atobe doing here?"

"He's been here every night for the past few weeks, looks like someone from his past has shown up."

"I take it you mean Jirou."

"So you know...well seems like everyone does."

"Shishido-san, Ohtori-kun you guys should go back o work I'll look after Atobe I'm suppose to meet Sanada here anyway," the blue haired man said with a smile.

"Ah, arigatou. We'll leave him to you than."

Yukimura led Atobe to a seat at the corner of the bar where there were less people so that both could converse quietly.

"Atobe...how did it go with Jirou?" he asked.

"Do you really have to ask Yukimura. Does it look like it went okay." Atobe replied cooly.

"Guess not. Did you tell him everything?"

"I tried. He ran away again." Atobe took another sip form his drink.

"You just have to give it time..." Yukimura smiled softly. "Look at me and Genichiro it's thanks to you that we can be together but it took time for us to get here."

"I see, well tell me one thing Yukimura don't you think four years is enough time. Besides how do you know if what you feel for that stoic Sanada is love in just a mere two months," he responded icily.

Yukimura stared at Atobe his smile gone but with serious eyes, "Atobe I know what I feel for Genichiro and you're right it's only been two months but I know that what I feel for him is love and it's far too strong to deny."

"Let's see if it's as you say." Atobe suddenly grabbed Yukimura by the arm and pushed his body towards him clashing their lips together. Yukimura was too stunned to react and resisted the kiss shoving Atobe away but to no avail.

"Seiichi....Atobe...."

Yukimura forcefully pushed Atobe away and rushed to his feet.

"G-Genichiro...it's not wh-"

Sanada glared at both man, Yukimura shivered at the dirty look he was receiving from his lover and tried to make him understand, he leaned forward and reached for Sanada's arm, but the latter slapped his hand away.

"W-wait!" Yukimura ran towards Sanada, once outside the bar he lost sight of the man and suddenly felt tears streaming down his face.

"Genichiro..."

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"Tezuka you really didn't have to walk me home."

"Hn, but it's late outside and the streets are dangerous in the night," he said smiling softly.

"Saa...I guess you care a lot for me, ne?" Fuji asked tilting his head to the side smiling back at the bespectacled man.

"I do." Tezuka leaned down and placed a soft feather like kiss on Fuji's lips. The brown haired man glanced up and blushed at the sudden kiss.

"Ne Tezuka, can I ask you something."

"Hn, anything."

"Are you serious about us, because if you just want to experience what it feels like to be with a man that's not what I want. I want something serious," he said his blue eyes staring seriously at the taller man.

Tezuka gazed into Fuji's blue eyes and saw how worried of an expression he had, but he knew what he wanted and that was Fuji.

"I am serious....I love you."

"Tezuka...I love you too," the brown haired man responded with gleaming eyes. That was all he need to hear Tezuka's love for him.

Tezuka leaned down and wrapped his arms around Fuji's thin waist enclosing their bodies together into a tight embrace. He glanced down at Fuji and covered his mouth with his own, he claimed the welcoming lips with a passionate kiss, Fuji encircled his arms around Tezuka's neck and deepened the kiss. Both broke free for need of air and gazed dazzlingly into each other's eyes.

"F-Fuji..." a voice form the corridor echoed into Fuji's ears, the voice he was so familiar with but thought he had forgotten.

"Y-Y-Yamada-sensei...."

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TBC

Absinth- Separation and Torment of Love

-well you all wanted Atobe and Jirou's past there it is, but there's more to come. I really want to add some smut in my chapters but I do not want any flamers so you decide if you want any. I've recently published a new fic, A Tensai's Lure (a perfect pair fic XD), you can see it in my profile it's smut, smut and more smut XD. This is for reader's to get an idea of how I write smut so yea, you can read it if you want and tell me if I should add some smut in future chapters. Oh and by the way all my couples always have happy endings so don't worry.

Next Chapter: Yamada and Fuji meet, Sanada and Yukimura try to mend things and Atobe meets Jirou again. Also a sidestory about the Silver Pair.