Sara: Here's a quick drabble I came up with in the middle of the night last night. So yeah. Two o'clock in the morning ideas just come to me, and I wrote this in five minutes.

Sky: I didn't even have to edit it ~ it's pretty good already.

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The wind whips through the park, pulling my soft brown hair in all different directions as I straighten up from my crouching position. The grass is green and the sky is blue and the sun casts everything in a glowing light. I tilt my head up so that the rays can reach my pale face. It is such a shame that I am never able to tan properly.

I snap a few shots of random things I find interesting – hey, I can't control my muse. The camera makes a faint clicking sound with every photo. Click, click, click. Soon my memory card is almost full, and I curse myself for not picking up a new one on the way here. So I walk through the park, glorying in the picture-perfect day.

Ahh, I think as I stumble across a scene worthy of being captured on film. So this is who you planned to meet Tezuka, ne?

Earlier in the week, I had come across Tezuka's planner, which could have held the meaning of life for all anyone knew because no one had ever set eyes on the pages before. If anyone had even come close to it, Tezuka would order them to run laps until they passed out. So, naturally curious, I peered around to see if the stoic buchou was within sight and quickly flipped through the pages of the book when I saw that he wasn't.

No wonder buchou didn't want anyone to see this, I had thought. In the pages were handwritten notes scrawled rather clumsily about things so personal that I wouldn't have dared to reveal them… yet. What had caught my eye was the date of that Friday. All the note had said was Yoyogi Koen, 5:30, and it had sparked my interest. So, I decided to follow buchou to see what he was up to.

I duck behind a rather prickly bush and, ignoring the stabs of pain along my bare forearms, I survey what is before me.

Tezuka is slightly bowed over a small figure. She is cute and petite, definitely one of Tezuka's fan girls. Her large violet eyes are twinkling with excitement as Tezuka draws closer, his hand cupping her chin. Long, chocolate brown braids fall down her back and quiver in the breeze.

And Tezuka looks so… happy. The serious mask is no longer on his face, just a look of pure love and adoration. A faint blush spreads across his cheeks as he connects his lips with hers, and he pulls away quickly, colouring in embarrassment. But she merely laughs and pulls him into another playful kiss, which quickly turns deep and passionate. A ginko tree shields them from watchful eyes, but from my angle I can see everything.

"Are you getting all of this, Inui?" I whisper to another bush. A head pokes out from inside it, and a boy with spiky black hair and glasses looks at me in surprise.

"Ii data," Inui mutters to himself, furiously scribbling in his green notebook. And then he says, a bit louder this time, "How did you know I was here, Fuji?"

I respond with a shrug. "I'm not called a tensai for nothing."

Then, I remember the camera that hangs loosely around my neck. I check the memory card, and it allows me to take one last picture. I smile to myself and lift the device so that I could preserve Tezuka's rare unguarded moment forever.

Click. This would make for great blackmail.

Author's Note:

Yoyogi Koen is a western style park in Tokyo. It is one of the largest in the city.

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