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A/N: AU! AU! I don't know what's wrong with me, suddenly chucking out stories after stories. I just had this idea while I was brushing my teeth last night, and I couldn't just ignore my need to write this. Since Lapse of Oblivion is ending, I decided to post this one (though the update, I dunno if I can write fast since my other AU story needed to be updated). Enjoy~

Oh yeah, I want to share this to you guys. Last night when I was watching French Open live on TV, I was drinking water when suddenly I saw Tezuka on the screen and I almost choked. They were flashing some animated tennis stuff, and the first one to be flashed is Tezuka!! I'm so surprised. Echizen was flashed too, I was like, wow. Hahahah. Prince of Tennis and its influences to the world of tennis!

Okay, enough of my rants. Enjoy!

By Lachrymosa13blue

NOTE 1

Ne Tezuka,

Smile!!! :)

- Fuji

Tezuka grimaced, crumpling the little sticky note that the playful sadistic author had yet again slipped in between the draft of the third chapter of the new novel he was currently working on.

It has always been like this since day one.

The sticky notes that contained sickly words of endearment and teases had always been included in his line of work. It began with a simple "Thank you for being my new editor' to the absurd 'Thank you for staring at me all the time, my dearest editor.'

When Tezuka was assigned and hired as editor for the world renowned young author, Fuji Syusuke, he had always thought that that person would be sensible, organized, and hardworking and focused. He had never dreamed and expected that this particular author would be playful, lazy to the point you have to force him to write, tends to space out, has the messiest apartment room (creative mess inspires him, he defended), has sadistic quirks that resulted Tezuka's week's worth of headaches and smiles too much Tezuka couldn't guess how his facial muscles seemed to hold it without any protests.

He felt like looking after a child instead of a known author for pete's sake!

Every week before deadline, he would stomp angrily to Fuji's apartment and shake the spread-eagled Fuji lying on his bed with papers strewn loitering everywhere awake. Stubborn as he wasn't a morning person, Tezuka would resort to sermons that made him feel like he was giving a sermon to a child, except that it was his boss and it was weird having the employed doing that.

"Fuji, wake up." He shook the lithe shoulders of the author but he won't budge. "Hey, wake up!"

Lips slightly open, Fuji let out a low moan that made Tezuka have goose bumps on his skin. Seriously, this author is up to no good yet again.

Poking his side for the last time, Tezuka half-shouted "Fuji, wake up!"

Yelping, Fuji cracked open his eyes and grinned sleepily as he saw his slightly disgruntled editor.

"Tezuka~! Ah, what is my dear editor doing in front of me?"

Tezuka glared, his eyes clearly spelling the words 'DEADLINE-IS-COMING-DON'T-YOU-SLACK-OFF'

Fuji chuckled and replied, tilting his head to the side, "Mou, Tezuka's bossy…are my love notes not making an effect on my dearest editor?" There, Fuji and his endless tease again.

Grasping Fuji's lithe arm, he helped the small man up and steeled him to the kitchen and made him sit down before the table.

"I'll prepare breakfast."

Beaming, Fuji muttered his thanks. But his expression darkened when Tezuka set down a stack of paper in front of him.

"Write while you wait." Tezuka commanded.

Fuji pouted "Mou, my dearest editor's bossing his beloved boss around~! I'm not inspired, Tezuka, I can't write."

Tezuka turned his head to Fuji and glared sternly, "Write or I won't give you breakfast."

With those words, Fuji's eyes flew open and he stared openly pleading at Tezuka, "Tezuka! Aren't you concerned? If I starve to death, will you not miss your beloved author?" Faking to wipe tears that aren't there, Fuji hid his laughter seeing the vexed look on Tezuka's face.

Fuji sighed and stared at the drafts stacked in front of him. It is hard to write something when he's not in the mood. Writer's block hounded him for days already and it is something he can't avoid as an author. Inspiration struck sometimes when he annoys Tezuka, that's why he loves having his stoic editor around. Besides, it's fun to irk the heck out of that seemingly emotionless guy.

The breakfast was, as always, delicious. Fuji seriously believed he made the right decision to hire Tezuka. It was comforting to know someone would care and would not mind the fact that he is someone so known.

"Say, Fuji, why do you stay at an apartment like this? You have the money for a house. Why stick here?"

Fuji drank his glass of water and smiled at Tezuka across the table. "Saa, I like it here. I don't need a big house. I'm happy with this messy apartment."

He was always different. His way of thinking is unpredictable at best, yet it was always something he could have the benefit of. Not only is he very lazy at deadlines, he also has weird preferences in life. Sighing, Tezuka idly wondered what more out-of-this-world fetishes does his author have hidden up his sleeves.

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Ne Tezuka,

Is my dear editor smiling now?

Here's the starting draft of the fourth chapter.

- Fuji

Tezuka can't help but slip a small smile despite his chagrin annoyance for the author's endearing little notes. Playful he might be, his little notes reminded him to also have fun despite work to be done. It's very much like the Fuji he knew.

He was always amazed by this young author. The way this sweet smiling, often nonchalant person could be this excellent in terms of writing. Sure, writing a novel could take years, add Fuji's constant laziness and writer's block, he was still amazed with Fuji's moving way of story-telling.

Fuji's grammar, usage of fine words, vocabulary that is continuously growing and artistically used, and his careful way of writing makes Tezuka proud of being this author's editor. Reading first hand the work of a prodigy is somewhat an honor to him already.

Rubbing his eyes and stifling a yawn, he set down his pen and arranged the paper and stacked them in the corner of his desk. It was nearing midnight already, and tomorrow he'll meet up with Fuji again to check up the condition of the obviously slacking off author.

He noticed a blue note sticking out from the stack he made. Taking it out, he saw Fuji's neat handwriting again.

Ne Tezuka,

If you reach this point, please put down your pen and take a rest now.

Your beloved author is also worried for your health.

Sweet dreams and thank you.

- Fuji

Really, that Fuji is different. Maybe that's why he's so fond and concerned with his author this much.

A/N: Hope you liked it~ Ah, I really am punishing myself for posting multi-chappie fics and updates like snail. Wah. I'm going to update To Intoxicate, To Submit, To Fixate anytime this week. Thanks for reading! Reviews, please?