Title: A Beautiful Mistake
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Rating: G for now, NC-17 later
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: This fic may be rife with mistakes, but I’ll correct them as I go along (and as you point them out to me), OOC-ness (but please remember that this fic takes place about 11 years into the future), flashbacks and other clichéd plot devices (but I’ll try to write them well), and I’m afraid I’ll be dipping into that pot of gooey cheese every now and then. Oh, and if I’m seen to be slacking in updates, I give you permission to jab me with a sharp stick repeatedly:)
Edit: Edited timeline because I'm an idiot. xp
Fuji Syusuke frowned in concentration, his eyes watering from staring into the setting sun for so long. He held his camera at the ready, just waiting for that perfect moment when the light of day began to fade into dusk. His cell phone began to vibrate in his pocket but he ignored the tickling buzz as he waited for the first streaks of pink to color the horizon .
“Wait for it, wait for it.” He muttered to himself, “There!”
His camera whirred and clicked as he pressed the shutter in quick succession.
“Fuji-senpai, did you get the shot?” His assistant, Higaroshi Miyuka, asked excitedly.
“I’ll know for sure tomorrow, after I develop the film.” He answered, turning his closed-eye smile onto her.
“It’s a beautiful shot, I’m sure.” She sighed.
“Oh, yes, Fuji-senpai! I think it’s perfect!”
“Hmmm… I think only one thing would make it perfect.”
Miyuka shook her head, “No, Fuji-senpai.”
“If that damned car wasn’t in the shot.”
Miyuka looked startled, then giggled, “Fuji-senpai, you shouldn’t say that about our company’s biggest account!”
“No, I don’t suppose I should. Okay, Miyuka-san time to pack the equipment.”
“Thank you, Fuji-san.” Naguchi, a short man with a slim build, receding hairline, and an arrogant air, answered as he shook
“We look forward to your work. Don’t disappoint us.”
“I’m finished loading, Fuji-senpai.” Miyuka’s voice pulled
“Ah, forgive me, Miyuka-san. I didn’t mean to make you do all the clean up.”
Miyuka giggled again, “It’s my job, Fuji-senpai!”
“Moshi, moshi, Kikumaru here!”
“Ah, Fujiko! Yes, I called…hours ago.” Eiji chimed over the phone, an annoyed note in his voice.
“Sorry, Eiji, I was working.”
“Yes, well, nevermind.” Eiji sighed, then his voice took on an excited tone, “You’ll never guess who Oishi saw today.”
“Do you want me to?”
“Do I want you to what?”
“Do you want me to guess, Eiji?”
“I’m listening, I’m listening.”
“He saw Tezuka!” Eiji exclaimed happily.
“Yes, he actually called Oishi two weeks ago asking if he could pick him up at the airport,” Eiji explained, “but I wasn’t allowed to say anything to anyone until today. Isn’t this good news, Fujiko?”
“Oishi said that Tezuka seemed okay but sad, that’s only expected, considering Amy-san’s funeral was only five months ago.” Eiji was quiet for a moment, deep in thought, “Oishi’s worried, though, he thinks Tezuka’s hiding a lot of his grief inside. Tezuka was never really easy to read anyways.”
“No, nothing, I was just thinking out loud.”
“Oh, the reason why I called you,” Eiji said as if he suddenly remembered, “Oishi talked to Tezuka today and got the go ahead, so I’m inviting the former regulars for a get together next Friday. I was going to invite everyone, but Oishi made me swear to keep it small.”
“Tezuka agreed to this?”
“Yeah, you could have knocked me over with a feather as well.” Eiji laughed, “I figured, he has been gone for five years maybe time and distance made him miss us. Are you coming?”
“Have you talked to anyone else yet?”
“No, since you and Oishi were the closest to him, I thought I’d ask you first.” Eiji tapped his fingers against the kitchen counter, “Well, will you come?”
“I did wonder about that. You two did seem a little tense at his wedding, but,
“Good!” Eiji pumped his arm into the air, “I’ll call back with the rest of the plans as soon as I talk to everyone. Thank you, Fujiko.”
“You’re welcome, Eiji. Good-bye.”