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Okay, okay...I'm being stinky about the posting again.

I have a PoT fic that I'm working on (actual fic, not just a drabble) and I'll update as I write it. Either Fri or Sat. I'll post the second half of Rainy Day Interlude.

Now on to the new fic...

Title: A Beautiful Mistake 
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji
Rating: G for now, NC-17 later
Length: 1/?
Disclaimer: Anyone you recognize belongs to someone else and I make no money from their work. All original characters belong to me and may be used with permission.
Summary: Sometimes life can throw you a curve ball. You can either swing and pray you hit it or let it go by and take the strike.
A/N: I told myself I wasn’t going to do angst, but here it is: Tezuka/Fuji angst ::sigh:: This fic may be rife with mistakes (grammar, spelling and otherwise), OOC-ness (but I honestly don’t believe people can remain static for 11 years), and flashbacks and other clichéd plot devices (but I’ll try to write them well). Oh, and if I’m seen to be slacking in updates I give you permission to jab me with a sharp stick repeatedly:)


He was only 24 and, yet, so much had fallen into his lap that he was thankful for.

His life couldn’t have been more perfect if he had planned it; a thriving pro-tennis career, a nice home in a Miami suburb, Amy, his lovely American wife and Hana, his 2 month old daughter. He was living the life he tried so hard to imagine, but his wildest fantasy could never have matched the reality. Sure his life had its minor downs and annoyances, parents-in-law who kept referring to him as their daughter’s Chinese husband, the changes and disruptions that a new baby brought, and the demands of his professional career but over all he was satisfied and couldn’t have been happier.

He lived by a comfortable routine. Every morning he was up by 5:25, well before the alarm would go off. He would quietly, so as to not wake Amy and Hana, get changed and head out the door for his jog around the neighborhood; a safe, gated community. He was home by 6:30 and was in the shower by 6:45. Breakfast was consumed at 7:00 and then he’d spend the next hour and a half talking with his wife and playing with his daughter. By 8:30, stopping long enough to kiss the two ladies he doted on, he was on his way to the tennis club.

He sometimes took for granted it’s soothing repetitiveness, but he was well contented with this life and never realized how much he had come to rely on it. Then came the night it all changed in a horrifying screech of rubber on asphalt and the eerie scream of crumpled metal and shattered glass. 


Please let me know if you spot any mistakes and all comment and critiques are welcome. Any flames will be ignored.
location: work, specifically my cage -er- desk
Mood:: 'chipper' chipper
Music:: Radio tuned the only station that will come through. Easy listening anyone?
There are 2 comments on this entry. (Reply.)
posted by [identity profile] at 08:20pm on 11/11/2007
Am I really the first one to read this and leave you a comment?! Never fear! You're my new favorite writer. I don't remember seeing you around but the stuff of yours I've been reading, has me addicted.

I'm guessing this is Fuji and from reading how idyllic his life is, I can tell from a mile away that tragedy is just a double space away. I wasn't wrong. Not that it was predictable (you could have taken the het further and made it into another struggle for him to reconcile his love for family and his love for Tezuka) but it was a gut feeling.

So far I don't detect any errors. This prologue was perfect. Thank you!
posted by [identity profile] at 03:30pm on 12/11/2007
Thanks for the comment and the compliment:)


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