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Moonlight and Blood Ties (Chapter 1)

Title: Moonlight and Blood Ties
Chapter: 1/?
Genre: Vampire AU, Romance, Drama
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka/Fuji, eventual SanaYuki, and maybe even OshiAto
Disclaimers: This fanfic is borne solely from the unique kind of psychosis that inspired it. So yeah, I grabbed the plot bunny, therefore, it is mine. The characters, however, are Konomi-sensei's and he ain't about to sell the rights to them any time soon.
Rating: erm... a hesitant R?
Summary: Fuji is the hunter, Tezuka is the prey. But in an existence where there are more questions than answers, in a world where some entities are shrouded in mystery, nothing is ever that simple.
Author's Notes: The first chapter to vierblith_tefu's gift fic. I know I said I'd update earlier in the week, but my procrastination tendencies worked hand in hand with my perfectionism and delayed the completion of this first chapter like crazy! At any rate, I hope you enjoy it!


Nice to know tid-bits:

(1) Naughty but Nice is an actual cocktail mix made up of 0.5 shot of Disaronno Amaretto, 0.5 shot of Peach Schnapps, 1 shot of Amarula Cream, and 1 shot of Cream.

(2) Schadenfreude is a term usually defined as finding a largely unanticipated delight or amusement in the suffering of others. The word is of Germanic origins; Schaden (damage, harm) and Freude (joy). So basically, what Ooishi was saying here was that he went to see Tezuka specifically to laugh at his misery.

(3) Golden Week is a collection of four national holidays in Japan within seven days. These holidays would include Showa Day (Apr. 29), which is the birthday of the former Emperor Showa, Constitution Day (May 3), Greenery/Nature Day (May 4), and Children’s Day (May 5).

Chapter 1

Tezuka Kunimitsu braced his hands on either side of the sink basin as he bowed his head and let the water drip down from his face. He could hear the music blaring from the other side of the door as several patrons exited the washroom, leaving him alone. After a few moments, he raised his head to look at his face in the mirror; through the fringes of his chestnut brown hair, golden hazel eyes stared frankly back at him even as his strong, angular chin unconsciously jutted out in a pose of silent defiance. It had been a tough couple of weeks.

The university where he was teaching as an associate professor in the Science Department had been asked to play host to a group of foreign exchange students who would be staying in the campus dormitories for an entire month. In the usual Japanese bid to make an unrealistically good impression on their guests, Hanamura-sensei, the full professor that Tezuka usually assisted, had been given the task to spearhead the preparation plans. The end result: the bulk of Hanamura-sensei’s academic workload has been entrusted to the hazel-eyed associate professor. And as if he didn’t have enough to worry about, the periodic phone calls he got from his mother did not help any. If he still had to deal with the grief his family gave him about his sexual orientation on an almost daily basis anyway, then what was the point of his moving out?

With a sigh, Tezuka blindly reached for a couple of paper towels, wiped his face dry, and put his eyeglasses back on. He felt the world tilt to the side as he straightened up and realized that he probably shouldn’t have drunk those last two glasses of cognac. He leaned on the sink for support for a moment and made a face at himself. This wasn’t like him. It wasn’t like him to be careless. It wasn’t like him to let things get to him so much that he would over-indulge in alcohol. But well, there had to be a first time for everything. And now he knew for certain that he never wanted to do this again. With a deep breath to clear his head somewhat, he pulled the door open to once again be one of the unnamed faces in the crowd.

The club was unusually crowded for a Tuesday night, but he supposed it was better that way – after all, there was no better place to maintain one’s anonymous solitude than in the middle of a nameless crowd. People were less likely to pay attention to you in dimly lit, packed places… or so Tezuka thought as he headed towards the cluster of payphones at the corner, thinking of calling his best friend, Ooishi, to pick him up as he was in no condition to drive, casually looking around along the way. Unthinkingly casting his glance towards the dance floor, he saw him. Yes, people were less likely to pay attention to you in dimly lit, packed places…unless, of course, you really, really stood out.

There, in the middle of the dance floor, was what some of Tezuka’s students would have referred to as an “orgasm on legs”. Wearing black leather pants so tight that he must have poured himself into them, heavy black boots, and a black mesh shirt that hid practically nothing, the vision on the dance floor was dancing with himself – and enjoying it immensely, by the look of things. His eyes were closed, body moving in time to the pounding beat, hips alternating between moving from side to side and going around in a provocative circle, and his hands moving sensuously over his own body, as though making love with himself. Every once in a while, someone would dare to dance with him, and for a few moments, he would graciously allow it, willowy arms seductively going around a neck or a waist, body sinfully enmeshed with his partner’s – man or woman, he didn’t seem to particularly care which – but then, he would turn away; abruptly, as if drawn away by some mysterious force within the music, he would disentangle himself from his partner and continue dancing as though waiting for someone who could keep in time with him.

Before he could even register what he was doing, Tezuka found himself walking and single-mindedly moving towards the proud beauty in the middle of the dance floor.


Fuji had his eyes closed and he let himself get lost in the sea of emotions he jumped into when he started dancing. At the turn of the decade, he found this method to be one of the most effective for hunting. From the all the bodies surrounding him, he concentrated on the strongest emotions he could detect, letting his body move to the music on its own.

But then, just ahead of him, he felt a sharp stab of resentment spike. Fuji looked through slanted eyes and took in the view of a young woman whose eyes were glaring pure malice at him. Well, if he couldn’t find any better meal choices, perhaps her jealousy would do. Making sure that the woman could see his face clearly, Fuji looked at her through lowered lashes and gave her a smug smirk that clearly said, “It’s not my fault your boyfriend couldn’t keep his eyes off me.” When he felt the resentment escalate to outright loathing, the sly vampire turned his back to her and gave a self-satisfied little smile.

And then, to his side, Fuji felt the timid poking of wanting. A pretty little red-head was giving him a come-hither look and, amused, the blue-eyed vampire decided to see just how much he could stoke that wanting into full-blown pining. Slinking behind the young woman, Fuji encircled her within his arms and started to move with her. A moment later, he saw a brief flash of white nothingness in his head and realized that the woman in his arms had blanked out. “Sensory overload, huh?Fuji thought wryly to himself. “Definitely not a good meal choice if she isn’t even capable of handling this much stimulation.” He smoothly detached himself from the red-head and deftly swayed away, feeling the woman’s dazed eyes staring dreamily after him.

A little while later, a blond haired man with pure lust burning in his eyes sidled up next to Fuji. Almost disinterestedly, the striking vampire swayed with his new partner just to see if there was more to the man than just lust – it didn’t take long to see that there wasn’t. Fuji moved on in search of the next possible meal candidate. Although lust actually made for pretty tasty blood, Fuji had learned not to opt for it for his meals. Relying on just lust for his “intense emotion” when feeding was pretty much like having cake for dinner: sweet and delectable, but hardly nourishing. He’d be hungry again in a few hours.

Fuji danced alone for the next two songs and he was starting to think that perhaps it was time to give up and move on to a different hunting ground (that is, a different club), when he was assaulted by the most powerful surge of desire he had ever felt in his life. A pair of strong, lean arms wound around his waist shortly thereafter, and with that warm body so close to his, Fuji picked up on other emotions that were initially masked by that fierce desire: deep curiosity, a touch of possessiveness, uncertainty, a burning attraction, and a bit of anger. Perfect! Without turning around, Fuji pressed against the body behind him and seductively reached up to entwine his arms around his partner’s neck. That simple act fanned the emotions in his partner even more and Fuji had to throw back his head to rest against his partner’s shoulder and bite back a moan of anticipation.

Tezuka looked down at his dance partner’s enraptured face and found himself wanting the honey-haired man even more; he wanted to possess the man. But he also felt the anger directed at himself magnify – this was not the kind of thing that Tezuka Kunimitsu did. He wondered if he could blame the alcohol for this behavior that was so out of his character… And then all mental functions ceased for the bespectacled man when he felt his partner grind his hips against Tezuka’s. Fuji felt his partner stiffen in response but he was undaunted when he felt the attraction and desire increase as well. Slowly, provocatively, Fuji turned around in his partner’s arms. In a maddeningly mesmerizing rhythm, Fuji undulated against his partner, blue eyes revealing themselves to throw a challenge at the bewildered hazel eyes looking down at them. “Can you keep up with me?”

Tezuka’s eyes hardened in resolve at the challenge. He was definitely not going to lose this beauty as so many others have tonight. Tezuka adjusted his hold on the tempter in his arms to have his hands rest lightly on his partner’s hips, and slowly, tentatively, Tezuka started to move. Fuji gave a small smile and let his hands slide down his partner’s arms to rest over his partner’s hands keeping them on his hips. The two of them easily fell into rhythm, moving together, pulling apart in a perfect mimicry of sex. The rest of the world fell away for Tezuka as he watched his partner hungrily. They moved together with ease, as though they have done this a thousand times before. Fuji gave his partner another one of those small, knowing smiles as one hand drifted back up to twine in the hair by his partner’s nape. Subtly, Fuji tugged down and when his partner complied, the blue-eyed vampire stretched up to meet the other’s lips in a greedy kiss. There was nothing gentle or timid about the kiss; just all tongue and wet heat and heady intoxication. Tezuka looked bemused when they drew apart. Fuji just looked plain amused.

Without saying a word, Fuji tugged at his partner’s hand and nodded towards the bar. Tezuka nodded mutely and allowed himself to be led by the hand back to the corner of the bar he had occupied earlier that evening. When they reached the bar, Fuji only had to smile to get the bartender’s attention.

“Haven’t seen you here in a while,” the silver-haired bartender said by way of greeting.

Fuji shrugged his shoulders and answered, “It’s been a crazy month, Niou-kun. But you know I come here whenever I could.”

“Indeed,” the green-eyed man agreed. “So, what will you be having tonight?”

Fuji thought for a bit and opted for a cocktail with rye whiskey, brandy, and absinthe. “I’ll have a sazerac,” he answered with a wink. “And hold the lemon, please.”

“And for the gentleman…?” Niou prompted, looking at Tezuka.

Fuji studied his companion for a few moments before replying, “‘Naughty but Nice’1. I think a creamy cocktail would work best for him, don’t you think so?”

The answering smile in the bartender’s face made Tezuka think that there must have been a layer to that conversation that he didn’t quite get, but decided to just shrug it off. More importantly, Tezuka thought, from the conversation he just witnessed, he was able to glean a couple of pertinent information: (1) that the blue-eyed charmer with him apparently was a regular of this club and was here often enough to be on friendly terms with the bartender, and (2) if he could order something with absinthe in it with relative impunity, then he must know how to hold his liquor.

As soon as the bartender turned his back to them to get started on their drinks, the blue-eyed man turned to Tezuka, resting his chin on a hand. “Fuji. Fuji Shuusuke,” he introduced himself with a smile that made Tezuka’s toes curl.

The man was wreaking havoc on his normally well-behaved libido and Tezuka was getting more than just a little annoyed. “Tezuka. Tezuka Kunimitsu,” came the reply with a throat gone dry. Fuji gave a little chuckle as though he knew something that Tezuka didn’t. The latter would have called Fuji on it had their drinks not arrived at that time.

Fuji took a sip of his cocktail and gave a little hum of appreciation. He turned to his companion only to find Tezuka staring at his drink contemplatively. “Don’t like chocolate?” Fuji asked, referring to the chocolate shavings sprinkled on top of Tezuka’s drink.

The hazel-eyed man’s head snapped up to meet Fuji’s gaze and shook his head. “No, it’s not that,” he replied with a wry smile. “It’s just that I’ve already had several glasses of cognac tonight. I don’t think it would be wise to drink any more.”

“Oh,” Fuji’s eyes lit up with understanding. “If it’s about that, then don’t worry. Just tell me where you live and I’ll make sure you get home,” he offered with a smile.

Tezuka smiled back and wondered what it was about this blue-eyed beauty before him that made him act contrary to his usual nature. With a resigned shake of his head, and more than just a little bit of incredulity at how much he was willing to trust this stranger, Tezuka handed over his car keys. “It’s the ’89 black sedan,” he said before taking a mouthful of his drink.

Fuji accepted the keys with one of those inscrutable smiles. “So tell me more about you, Tezuka Kunimitsu.”


The small grunt Tezuka gave as his unconscious form hit the bed brought another small smile to Fuji’s lips. As promised, he brought Tezuka home safe and sound. Fuji took a moment to look around Tezuka’s bedroom. It was clean, neat, and well-organized – if a bit on the minimalist side. Black and white was the general color theme for the room and it was comprised of little else aside from the queen-sized bed, a solid wooden work desk that held a desk lamp, a laptop, neatly stacked papers, and a mug with an assortment of writing instruments, and two bookshelves stood side-by-side in a corner that had books on almost every subject, but a majority of them seemed to be on Physics.

Fuji and Tezuka had been able to talk quite a bit before the latter finally succumbed to the effects of the alcohol. And from their conversation, Fuji learned quite a bit about the hazel-eyed associate professor. Fuji learned that Tezuka lives alone because his father and his grandfather couldn’t quite come to terms with the fact that Kunimitsu will not be settling down with a woman. Fuji learned that attempts to mend the damaged relationship between the men in Tezuka’s family meant nothing more than extended guilt trips, and that Tezuka’s mother apparently made an excellent tour guide on those trips. Fuji learned that Tezuka didn’t mind taking on responsibility. Fuji learned that Tezuka really, really enjoys teaching and chose Physics as his field of specialty because the first time he heard Newton’s Laws of Motion, the world finally made sense to him. Fuji learned that Tezuka’s best friend, Ooishi Shuuichiro, has been with him since they were in middle school and was the only person in Tezuka’s life who didn’t go weird on him when Tezuka came out…

Fuji looked down once again at Tezuka’s relaxed face, eyeglasses long since deposited on the desk. The lithe vampire stretched out on his side beside Tezuka, one hand supporting his head, elbow digging into the space just beside Tezuka’s head. Why he had been so interested in finding out about Tezuka, Fuji didn’t want to look into too closely. Suffice to say, there was just something intriguing about the man and Fuji’s curiosity was piqued.

Blue eyes narrowing contemplatively, Fuji’s finger traced a path along Tezuka’s jaw. That finger was soon joined by others as he trailed feather-light touches down Tezuka’s throat and onto the expanse of chest bared by a half unbuttoned dress shirt. Unconscious and unfettered emotions came to the fore once more as Tezuka murmured a soft, “Fuji.”

Eyes gleaming brighter than usual, Fuji dipped down his head and sank his fangs into Tezuka’s bared neck. Only a slight moan was heard from Tezuka, and it was unclear whether it was from pain or pleasure. Fuji, on the other hand, gave a delighted little moan of his own. The flavors flooding into his mouth were quite unlike any he’s had before. True, he’s tasted attraction and anger and desire and confusion before, but… “Interesting… Apparently, Tezuka Kunimitsu is a very feeling person. His feels things deeper than the average person,” Fuji thought.

And of course, there was that touch of possessiveness – this would be the first time that Fuji’s ever tasted it. And then there was a mysterious, unidentified taste; it was very, very mild –like a soup base that’s not quite complete – and the flavor hinted that it could grow, develop, age into a full-bodied piquancy given time. Truly interesting.

Having had his fill, Fuji released Tezuka’s neck, tenderly swiped his tongue at the punctures his teeth made, and watched as the wounds closed. Tezuka then gave a soft sigh, turned on his side, and burrowed deeper into sleep. Almost fondly, Fuji ran a hand through Tezuka’s hair before getting up from the bed.

When he woke up the following day, the dizziness Tezuka felt would be more than just from a hang-over.


Tezuka was woken up the following morning by sunlight hitting him square in the face. Blinking and squinting his eyes, he tried to get up but that action seemed to have set off a damned marching band – complete with crashing cymbals – in his head, and so he fell back down onto the bed with a miserable groan.

With one hand still on the curtains he just pushed aside to let in the stream of morning light, Ooishi Shuuichiro turned to look at the dismal picture his best friend presented. “Rise and shine, Tezuka!”

Tezuka rested one arm over his eyes to block out the offending brightness and only replied with a pitiful moan.

Ooishi shook his head at his friend. “That’s what you get for being an idiot. Granted, this would be the first time you’ve been this much of an idiot, so I guess I shouldn’t be teasing you about it.”

Tezuka peeked at Ooishi from under his arm, and in a low, gravelly voice, said, “Remind me again why I thought giving you a spare key to my apartment was a good idea?”

Ooishi smiled tolerantly at the occupant of the bed. “Because you believe in planning ahead and although you wished it wouldn’t come to this, you thought that one of these days, your family just might be able to drive you to drink and you thought I’d come in handy when that time comes.”

Tezuka finally managed to gingerly sit up (without tripping the mechanism that activated the marching band in his head) and studied his long-time friend. The bright sunlight glinted off Ooishi’s deep black hair and his expressive emerald green eyes were currently holding both traces of concern and amusement. The gentle smile playing on his lips softened the otherwise rigid line of his pointed chin. “What made you decide to come here this morning, anyway?” Tezuka asked rather bluntly.

“Schadenfreude2,” Ooishi replied without missing a beat.

Tezuka raised an eyebrow at his friend. Ooishi’s one of the kindest, most caring people Tezuka knew, but the former’s rather unusual sense of humor often threw Tezuka off balance.

“I’m kidding!” Ooishi laughed. “I called you up several times last night, but I kept getting your machine, so I knew you went out. Your cellphone was turned off too…”

“I didn’t want to get a call from my mother on the one night I wanted to get out and just let loose so I turned it off and left it at home,” Tezuka stated flatly.

Already very familiar with Tezuka’s family woes, Ooishi wisely refrained from making further comment on that situation. “Trust you to go out on a Tuesday night and get your first experience of getting thoroughly smashed just because university’s out for Golden Week3,” the green-eyed man teased instead.

“Hn,” was Tezuka’s grunted reply as he carefully eased himself out of bed and onto his feet. However, a wave of dizziness and nausea washed over him, and the marching band in his head returned in full force as soon as he took to his feet. Tezuka swayed unsteadily and Ooishi was by his side in a heartbeat.

“Are you alright?” the ebony-haired man asked in alarm as he firmly pushed Tezuka to sit back on the bed. A gentle but commanding hand grasped Tezuka’s chin and tilted his face upward to allow Ooishi a better view as the latter examined first Tezuka’s right eye, and then the left. And then, shifting his hold to grasp Tezuka’s lower jaw, Ooishi swiveled his friend’s face from left to right and then back again, tracking the movement of Tezuka’s pupils.

“Ooishi?” Tezuka said rather stiffly, as his friend’s hold on his lower jaw did not provide the ideal conditions for talking.


“I’m not a child.”

“I know,” Ooishi replied in a long-suffering voice. Content that there was nothing seriously wrong with his friend, the green-eyed man let go of Tezuka’s face. “But just because I’m a pediatrician doesn’t mean I only know how to deal with under-aged patients.” And then he added worriedly, “Aside from last night’s escapade, have you been getting enough sleep? Your inferior conjunctiva – that’s what you call the part that you see when you pull down your eyebags – looks a little pale. You might be a little anemic.”

Tezuka shook his head at his mother hen of a friend. “You worry too much, Ooishi. I’m sure it’s just the hang-over that’s got me like this. Which is all the more reason for me to never do that again.”

“Well, if you’re sure…” Ooishi reluctantly agreed. “I hope you managed to meet someone interesting last night, at least, to make up for that miserable hang-over you’re nursing right now.”

Flashes of blue eyes and sensual dances and searing kisses and stimulating conversation went through Tezuka’s head. Well, if he’s not getting insanely drunk ever again, there is that reason to go back to that club, at least. Going clear across the other side of the city to lessen the possibility of meeting somebody who knew him (by 89.57% according to the Chemistry associate professor, Inui-sensei) just to de-stress himself paid off in ways Tezuka never expected. But all he said to his friend was a non-committal, “Perhaps.”

Ooishi’s eyes widened at that response. “You did!” he gasped out in accusation. “You met somebody! So tell me about him!” the young pediatrician demanded.

Tezuka shook his head and tried to delay the inevitable. “Let me get some hot tea into my system first.”

“Fine. I’ll go put on the kettle but you’re telling me everything once you’ve had your tea,” Ooishi said through narrowed eyes.

“Hai, hai,” Tezuka replied tiredly as he made to stand up once again. This time, it was Ooishi who held back his friend.

The green-eyed man looked quizzically at the general area of Tezuka’s collar. “Did you hurt yourself?”

Tezuka just gave his friend a ‘Huh?’ kind of look.

Reaching out to get a better look, Ooishi tugged at the collar of Tezuka’s now very unkempt-looking shirt. There, right below the collar line, towards the back, were three small spots of what looked to be drops of blood. “Did you nick yourself or something?” Ooishi asked again, this time examining the left side of Tezuka’s neck, but seeing nothing wrong with it, not even a red spot, Ooishi let go. “You’ve got spots of blood by the collar of your shirt,” he added when Tezuka started tugging at his own shirt and craning his neck to look at the stains Ooishi was referring to.

Tezuka almost crossed his own eyes trying to look at the spots but when he did see them, his brows furrowed in thought. He had absolutely no idea how those got there. But at the state his hung-over mind was in, it was too much effort to worry about the seemingly insignificant spots. He just shrugged his shoulders, “I probably just popped a weirdly placed pimple. Let’s go have that tea and some breakfast. I need to feel human again.”

La Fuego


( 26 Critics — Leave a Review )
Nov. 24th, 2008 03:55 am (UTC)
You know, at first I thought that you would take this in the "Fuji finds Tezuka doesn't feel crazy lusty feelings for him and so he falls in love" direction, which did excite me a little bit I'll admit, but then you didn't and when I think about it, I like a lot better like this, because there's nothing that really makes Tezuka different from any of Fuji's other prey and so when (or if, if you're making this tragic) Fuji falls for him, it's all the more poignant.

Basically, I really really liked this. ♥
Nov. 24th, 2008 05:11 am (UTC)
Ketchup-mod-san!!! *huggles*

You know, I must admit that when I was writing this, the direction I was going to take was pretty much straight and clear cut. It never even occurred to me that it could go any other way. Knowing that you like the direction I took makes me feel really good, but I must tell you that after reading your comment, I moaned longingly at that possibility. Mou~ you made me go, "Yeah... that would have been pretty interesting to see!" (Maybe in an AU of this AU? >.<)
But yeah, I was thinking, nobody, and I mean nobody would ever be able to resist Fuji's charms if he's all hell-bent on being in a seductive mode. Not even Tezuka. ^_~

I'm glad that you're liking the story so far. It means a lot to me, coming from you. Thank you for the awesome comment. It really made my day. (Made me really think, too!)
Nov. 24th, 2008 04:24 am (UTC)
Wow. Just wow. I haven't read a ZukaFuji fic in a while and I am so glad yours was a first in who knows how long. I absolutely love the way you write and more importantly... how you depict the characters. Your Tezuka is pure love because his emotions are so intense. I was gushing. I can't wait to see how this plays out.

Oh, I have to say that I also adore the scene between Tezuka and Oishi. Their friendship is amazing. Anyway, I'm looking forward to the next chapter! <3
Nov. 24th, 2008 05:46 am (UTC)
You made me smile this wide ^__________^

Thank you for the lovely comment. I love being able to go into the characters and be able to say something about the way I see them without looking like that's what I'm doing. (I hope that made sense to you) Ehehehe. I more or less got people acquainted with Fuji in the prologue, so I thought it only fair that I give people time to get to know Tezuka a bit better in this chapter. And I do believe that just because it doesn't show on his face, doesn't mean Tezuka isn't capable of intense emotions. I'm sure he is.

And I'm glad that you liked the Ooishi and Tezuka scene. I wanted to make their conversation sound natural and I wanted it to convey the kind of relaxed and accepting friendship that they share. You know, the candid and unguarded kind of conversation, without having to censor anything and without having to put up fronts and masks.

I'll be working on the next installments. I hope you keep reading! ^_^
Nov. 24th, 2008 12:36 pm (UTC)
Since Tezuka will always be my number one favorite character, I get a little annoyed when people claim he is boring and completely void of real emotion. We can clearly see in the manga that even though it doesn't always show on his face, Tezuka is a passionate person. His passions are so strong, I'm amazed some people miss it? I personally believe him to be a complicated, fascinating character. This is why I love to see how writers portray him. Like I said before, I love what you did here. ;]

You know, the candid and unguarded kind of conversation, without having to censor anything and without having to put up fronts and masks.

Those conversations are the best. Especially when dealing with Tezuka. ^^ Although it can be just as interesting seeing him do everything in his right mind to stay completely and utterly guarded when under... pressure? stress? ... Fuji's watchful eyes? hehe.

I'll stop rambling now. Do you mind if I friend you, by the way?
Nov. 24th, 2008 09:03 pm (UTC)
I, too, think that Tezuka's character is a very rich one. Filled with complexities and subtle nuances - which is one of the reasons I love writing him. Fuji too! And together, they just make my muse go crazy! ^_^

And nope, I don't mind! Go right ahead. *friends you right back*
Nov. 24th, 2008 05:22 am (UTC)
cleverlilwill recommended this fic to me and I'm so glad she did. I'm impressed by the way you wrote Tezuka and Fuji. I must admit "Paralyzer" by Finger Eleven started playing in my head. Like Will said, the intensity was amazing. Seeing Tezzie's life with Oishi, their friendship is so great to read. I really hope you include what happened to Yuuta and Yumiko though! I love the Fuji siblings~ ♥

All in all, I can't wait for you to update. Please do soon!
Nov. 24th, 2008 07:07 am (UTC)
*glomps* Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU! This review is very flattering *blushes*. It makes me very happy to know that you're enjoying the story so far. And I searched for "Paralyzer" on YT when you mentioned it. It's an awesome song and it almost floored me how apt the song was for this chapter! ^o^

The story of the Fuji siblings will be revealed at a later chapter, don't worry. Although I feel I must warn you that it's not gonna be pretty...

I'm working on the next installments. I hope I don't disappoint.
Nov. 24th, 2008 09:47 am (UTC)
Awesome chapter!! I really loved it!
Of course nobody can resist Fuji! XD He must look so hot in those black clothes. It's probably impossible to not notice someone like him in a club XD

Tezuka Kunimitsu is a very feeling person
Who would have guessed that Tezuka was a very feeling person! XD I loved that part. It shows us the real Tezuka.

I love the end too. Oishi is acting Oishi-like XD XD So funny XD I feel kinda sorry for Tezuka. I hate it when people walk into my room and say things like “Rise and shine" when I still want to sleep XD

Really love this fic! Can't wait for the next chapter ^__^
Nov. 24th, 2008 09:10 pm (UTC)
Aaaww~! Thank you so much! I'm glad that you liked how this chapter turned out. And indeed, nobody will ever be able to resist Fuji when he's got it into his head to be seductive! *nods, nods*

As for Tezuka... ever heard the saying, "Still waters run deep"? Tezuka is a very still water. I'm sure that beneath that calm facade, he hides a wealth of emotions that he just isn't comfortable showing. But just because he doesn't show them, doesn't mean he doesn't feel them.

Thank you for the encouraging comment! I'll keep working hard!
Nov. 25th, 2008 06:57 pm (UTC)
Seductive!Fuji = <3 <3 <3

Yeah, I heard of that saying and I guess you're right. There was someone who said that about me XD;; (I'm not always as hyper as I am online XD) Tezuka does feel, but he will not show anyone how he feels.

I'll be waiting patiently ^___^
I add you to my friends, hope you don't mind ^_~
Nov. 26th, 2008 08:01 am (UTC)
I don't mind at all! ^_^ *friends you back*
Nov. 24th, 2008 11:54 pm (UTC)
Rei-san! I read it, and loved it! *glomps*
now... How do I put it in a decent review I promised you....

Well, first about Tezuka getting attracted to Fuji. I have to agree with Fuji kinda going all at for 'hunt', no one could ever resist *nods*
Even when not under alcohol, I'm pretty sure Tezuka would still be attracted but maybe not as straightforward :p
he was a bit ooc like u mentioned, but u have kind of reasoned out why he behaved like that. it was alcohol. and Fuji. haha, go Fuji!

now for the characterization. I love this Tezuka. So rich of emotions yet so reserved on daily basis, ne? I kinda want Fuji to see this reserved self of Tezuka. maybe when Fuji sees him not all... expressive(?) as their 1st meeting, he'd be intrigued more to Tezuka? :D
(Though of course, having equipped with an emotion detector, Tezuka can put on his stoic mask and Fuji would still know anyway XD)

I also love the scene with Oishi. they are really best friends! it's nice to know Tezuka put his guard down around Oishi and just... let himself free (not sure if it's the right word tho)
oh, i kinda found the image of Oishi examining Tezuka was so cute! i can so see Tezuka frowned when Oishi turned his face left and right, lol.

hmm.. what else? oh yea, that AU of AU interested me, though probably, the interaction between Tezuka and Fuji would be more exciting when Tezuka is already attracted to him. I'm sooooo looking forward to the next parts!

p.s. this is more of a request, but I kinda wanna see Tezuka fighting with his self control around Fuji XD;

p.p.s. I'm sorry if it's not the review u're expecting. i'm barely coherent cz i just woke up XD
But I DO love this :3
Nov. 25th, 2008 07:22 am (UTC)
Ai-chan!!! *glomps and clings* This was an awesome, AWESOME review!!! You just completely made the aggravation of writing this thing all worth it!
And yes, Tezuka is a very passionate person! Anybody who's seen him play tennis could see that! I don't understand how anybody could possibly miss that! >.< Look forward to more TeFu interactions where Fuji purposely baits Tezuka just to get the latter to lose the iron-grip he has on his emotions. ^_~
Tezuka-Oishi friendship is LOVE! I don't think I will ever be able to write Oishi in a starring role, but I think I write him best in a supporting character role. And with all his issues, I think Tezuka could definitely use having Oishi by his side! Hahaha!
P.S. That request is going to be fulfilled even before you even made it! ^_~ According to my story outline, Chapters 3-4 will be focusing on the TeFu dynamics. Those are gonna be fun chapters to write! ... but I gotta get the semi-boring Chapter 2 outta the way before I get there.
P.P.S. Nope, it's the best kind of review! I love it! And I love you!!! *huggles*
Nov. 25th, 2008 10:44 pm (UTC)
Woohoo, you're AWESOME, did I ever tell you that?

Your descriptions are so dead on and, well, this time I found the scenes themselves were just breath-taking. You know, Tezuka in a club is one thing one doesn't get to see often - and you pulled it off wonderfully without making him ooc or anything. The way you set up things - including his family and everything - is utterly made of great.
though I wonder - those japanese exchange students you mentioned - might there be some meaning to them later on or am I chasing ghosts?

...And Fuji. Fuji was just *wow*. With the seductive dancing and everything - and bonus points for getting them to talk, too.

Oishi was the cherry on top. You write a really, really nice Oishi, you know. I'm usually not very font of him (at least in ff), but your Oishi is the best.

MOOOOre, please.
Nov. 26th, 2008 06:53 am (UTC)
And you are equally awesome for making me jump up and down for joy with this wonderful comment!

I'm glad that you appreciated this chapter - especially the club scene. I spent DAYS agonizing over that entire scenario and working out the kinks and trying to make it really HOT without going overboard. And it makes me really happy to know that I was able to keep the guys in character throughout the entire thing. *glomps* Thank you for letting me know.

I love writing in Oishi in that, I think he makes the perfect foil for just about anybody. His personality just makes him the ideal support. I'm glad that you approve of my portrayal of him. He's gonna make several more appearances in the future.

I'm working on the second chapter but I'm not quite sure when I could update. I'll try to make it real soon. ^_^ Again, thanks for the fantastic comment and I hope I don't disappoint with the future installments.
Nov. 26th, 2008 06:19 am (UTC)
I really don't know what to say, everybody already said what I think, so there's no point in repeating it. I love your Tezuka, I love your Fuji and he must be the sexiest vampire ever ♥♥♥ This is my first TezuFuji vampire AU and i love it so far! I hope you update soon!
Nov. 26th, 2008 07:02 am (UTC)
Aaaawww~! Thank you! *huggles* It makes me very happy that you're liking this story so far. I had so much fun writing the Tezuka/Fuji interaction in this chapter and I can't wait to write more of it! ^_^

I'll try to update as soon as I can, so I hope you'll keep reading.
Nov. 26th, 2008 04:17 pm (UTC)
a dancing TeFu is so sexy! *nosebleed*
the "electricity" between them is very strong..
the friendship between Oishi and Tezuka is very fun to read too.. but i'm a bit sad about Tezuka's family.. :( lol at the inui sensei comment! ^0^
Nov. 29th, 2008 01:11 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! I had a lot of fun (and stress) writing the dancing scene! I wanted it to be HOT~ without going overboard... (I hope that made sense). But I'm actually a bit surprised that more people commented on the Tezuka-Oishi scene than that dancing scene. LOLZ!

Either way, I had lots of fun writing this chapter and I'm glad that you seem to have enjoyed reading it, so I'm happy! Thanks for the sweet review! I hope you keep reading the next chapters! ^_^
Nov. 29th, 2008 01:27 pm (UTC)
Wow...this is amazing! I'v been waiting for a Tezfu vampire fic to come around and thank you for writing such a beautiful fic. I can't wait for the next chapter(s).

I love the way you write, the images you create with your words are astounding. The interaction Tezuka and Fuji had on the dance floor was intense. I could really picture their erotic seduction and enticing each other sensually.

The exchange between Oishi and Tezuka was amusing as well!
Nov. 30th, 2008 12:14 am (UTC)
Thank you so very, very much! ^_^ It makes me really happy that you're liking the story so far. Writing this particular fic is proving to be more fun than any other piece I've written so far, so maybe that helps with the over-all effect of the chapters I've come out with so far.

Thank you for the wonderful comment and it makes me really happy that I am able to share the pictures in my mind with you. ^o^ And that dancing scene (I've taken to calling it the TeFu Dirty Dancing scene) was one of the main reasons it took me longer than anticipated to update, but I'm glad that a lot of my fellow fangirls seem to have enjoyed reading that scene and picturing the hotness in their minds. LOLZ!

Tezuka-Oishi friendship is awesome! *nods, nods*
Nov. 30th, 2008 05:21 am (UTC)
I LOVE IT!!! I especially love the dancing bit. I knew the words making love with himself were coming. It's exactly how I pictured Fuji dancing. And I love the mental pictures you portray.

Nov. 30th, 2008 07:22 am (UTC)
I am THRILLED that you are liking this story so far. ^o^ And I just had to write the dancing scene like that. I mean, Fuji just oozes barely concealed sensuality... I wanted to provide him with a situation where he could just unleash all of that on the unsuspecting public - Tezuka included. ^_~

I am currently working on Chapter 2. A bit slow going though. With my birthday coming around, the advanced birthday gimmicks with friends have been eating into my writing time. And I'm pretty sure there's gonna be some belated birthday treats too. *sweatdrops* Just rest assured that I am working on it and I'll try to update as soon as possible. *hugs*
Nov. 30th, 2008 07:34 am (UTC)
I really love the way you write. It's oozing with mental images~~~

And do take your time. By the way, here's the first part of my fic gift for you: The Missives: Prologue. Please enjoy and (advanced) HAPPY BIRTHDAY. I don't think I can go online tomorrow so I posted it early. :D
Dec. 1st, 2008 03:13 am (UTC)
*tackle-glomps* Read it and LOVED it! Thanks for my birthday gift!!!
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