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I Never Noticed

It was quiet inside the restaurant � had been for the last
half an hour, in fact � though Kawamura was not alone.

Fuji watched him
silently. Bemused but not expectantly
and that knowledge is what allowed Kawamura to continue on with his work
without feeling as though he had to speak in order to entertain his guest. Fuji Shuusuke was
not the sort of person who needed to be entertained as he would, invariably,
find something to occupy his brilliant mind without Kawamura ever having to
offer something up first.

�Hm.� Fuji
mused, just loudly enough that Kawamura heard him. He looked up from the cutting board, sweet
face open and questioning � his eyes kind and unable to conceal the interest
there. Kawamura did not, and would
probably never, possess that enigmatic something that might assist him in
concealing his feelings and thoughts. Whatever it was, though, belonged solely to Fuji � who had
perfected that particular ability to an art form.

�Fujiko?�

Fuji smiled
easily and tilted his head a bit.
�You�ve improved so much lately.�

Kawamura ducked his head, blushing faintly. �I�ve spent plenty of time here � I guess
it�s good that I have something to show for it, ne?�

Fuji leaned
forward, elbows on the counter. �I
noticed.�

Kawamura looked up again.
It was, always, hard to look intently at Fuji. The first time he�d done it, it felt like he
was looking directly into the sun. That
was the day he�d lost his heart to Fuji Shuusuke. And still, almost a full year later, he
couldn�t speak of it.

�I can�t say that I wish I didn�t have to.� Kawamura frowned, brows drawn together as he
arranged rice balls on a lacquered, black platter. The platter had blue cornflowers on it. They were the color of Fuji�s
eyes. Kawamura covered them up quickly.

Fuji laughed
silently. �I know, Taka-san. I understand your responsibilities.�

Kawamura placed a small china plate crowded to the edges
with Fuji�s favorite sushi in front
of him. �Even if you didn�t, you�d never
say so, Fujiko-chan.�
He colored faintly, as he always did when he used that name with Fuji.

Fuji smiled when
Kawamura slid the plastic container toward him.
�How could I complain, Taka-san?
When you take such good care of me?�

Kawamura laughed, taking off the plastic gloves he wore to
rub nervously at the back of his neck.
�I don�t think plying you with wasabi can be
considered �taking good care of you�, Fuji.�

Fuji arched a
brow in question, blue eyes incredibly, breathtakingly visible to
Kawamura. �I disagree. You know how much I adore wasabi.�

Kawamura watched silently for a few moments as Fuji
picked at the contents of his plate. He
realized, for what had to be the millionth time since they�d met, that he could
watch Fuji forever and never even
consider turning his gaze someplace else.
It made his chest ache, to think of Fuji
and know that the eccentric boy would never be his.

�Ne, Taka-san?� Fuji
prompted before popping a rice ball into his mouth.

Kawamura blinked. �Uh�sorry, Fuji. Did you say
something?�

Fuji sipped the
tiny cup of hot tea that Kawamura proffered and nodded. �I was only saying that you know how much I
adore�wasabi.�

There was no mistaking the insinuation in Fuji�s
tone � Kawamura, for all his desperate, unrequited adoration, knew precisely
how wicked Fuji could be.

�I�I�� He fumbled
over whatever he�d been intending to say � to Fuji�s
own thorough amusement � and, ultimately, blurted out the first thing that came
to his mind, despite his determination not
to mention Tezuka-buchou. �Have you seen Tezuka
today?�

Fuji canted his
head as though he couldn�t possibly
imagine why Kawamura would bring up Tezuka when they
were so obviously talking about wasabi.

Kawamura�s cheeks turned an incredibly satisfying shade of
scarlet and Fuji peered up at him
from beneath casually mussed bangs. �I
haven�t. Are you thinking of Tezuka when I�m sitting here talking to you? I think I might be insulted, Taka-san.�

Fuji�s playful
tone of voice contradicted his words which only served to embarrass Kawamura
that much more. It seemed that Fuji
alone possessed the ability to fluster him this way. �Ahh
no, Fujiko! I just�I assumed��

He trailed off helplessly, shoulders slumping in
defeat. He was out of his league with
Fuji Shuusuke � he knew he always would be. Beyond that, he didn�t, for a moment, imagine
that he�d hidden his feelings from Fuji. Not in all this time had they been a
secret. Kawamura wondered why he
continued to torture himself this way.

�I�m sorry, Fuji.� He murmured, eyes still
lowered. �I guess you know what I
meant.�

Fuji nodded,
sipping his tea slowly. �Yes. I know what you meant. I just think it�s
funny, that�s all.�

Kawamura sighed, turning to tidy up his mess and wash his
hands. As much as he loved Fuji
� admired him � it was time to let the fantasy die and focus on the wonderful
friendship the tensai offered him. It wasn�t what Kawamura wanted, but it would
have to do. That Fuji
found his embarrassing crush amusing was proof enough where Kawamura stood in
the grand scheme of things. �Yes. I guess it is. Funny.�

Kawamura dried his hands thoroughly, startling when Fuji�s
soft voice drifted to him just over his shoulder.

�Where am I today, Taka-san?�

Kawamura glanced over his shoulder, turning slowly when Fuji�s
gaze held him pinned where he stood.
�You�you�re right here, Fujiko.�
He whispered, cheeks darkening when it became apparent that his good
sense had closed up shop and absconded with his voice.

Fuji took a step
forward, crowding Kawamura against the sink, nudging him into the shadows. �And where am I nearly every day, Taka-san?�

Kawamura licked his lips, hoping beyond all reason that the
sudden rush that Fuji�s proximity induced didn�t cause him to pass out and hit
his head on the sink. �I�You��

Fuji looked up, clasping Kawamura�s shoulder in what could have been
misinterpreted as a simple, friendly gesture if only it hadn�t been for that look in his eyes.

�Taka.� He breathed, the hand on Kawamura�s shoulder
sliding up to grip the back of the taller boy�s neck. Kawamura reminded himself to breathe.

�Yes?� He whispered.

Fuji�s lips quirked in that wickedly familiar grin, his fingertips
playing over the short hair at the back of Kawamura�s neck. �I don�t see Tezuka
here. Do you?�

Kawamura shook his head quickly. And then he did it again. �N-no.�

Fuji lay his other hand against Kawamura�s chest, just over his
heart. �Do you know why?�

Kawamura�s eyes widened.
He was certain, more certain than he�d ever been in his life, that Fuji
could feel his heart racing. �Because he
doesn�t like anyone watching him eat?�

Fuji smiled, the sweet, genuine smile that Kawamura prayed daily
to see. �He knows we wouldn�t watch
him.�

Kawamura swallowed hard, palms sweating when he lifted one hand
to awkwardly stroke Fuji�s
hair. His eyelashes fluttered and he had
to bite back the moan that hovered just on his lips. Touching Fuji
was like touching an angel � something anyone would die to do, but doubted
they�d ever get the chance. �I wouldn�t
watch him.� He promised, the look in his
eyes already confessing all the secrets his lips never could.

Fuji stood on
tiptoes, eyes closing as he pressed his mouth to Kawamura�s, the palm of his
hand hot against Kawamura�s chest. Arms
sliding around the smaller boy�s waist, Kawamura held him close, tilting his
head to make this kiss an easy one to take in the hopes that Fuji
would want to take another.

And another. And another.

Fuji sighed
softly, his smaller body warm and pliant when Kawamura coaxed his mouth open
for a kiss of quite a different persuasion.
Fuji�s fingers curled to
grasp the material of Kawamura�s shirt and he parted his lips easily, happy to
allow Kawamura this liberty � since he�d begun to wonder if the timid boy would
ever take the hint and do so on his own.

Fuji made some soft, entreating sound low in his throat and
Kawamura responded with a faintly disbelieving whimper of his own and all too
soon they were clinging to one another, sharing breath between urgent, honest
kisses while Fuji did his best to show Kawamura just where his interest truly
lay.

After several long moments, Kawamura
pulled back, panting softly and not at all willing to let the moment slip away
from him. �Shuusuke��

Fuji smiled,
leaning up to rub the tip of his nose against Kawamura�s. �I guess you never noticed that I only come
here when the restaurant is closed.�

Kawamura rubbed Fuji�s
back, reveling in the feel of his friend�s soft, sweet body against his
own. It was more than he�d ever dared to
dream about for fear of his own heart breaking when his desire became too
great.

�I was going to buy you a watch for Christmas.� Kawamura admitted shyly.

Fuji leaned
against Kawamura, then, cheek pressed against the taller boy�s solid
warmth. He had always made Fuji
feel so protected, so cherished � even when he�d been trying not to.

�Get it for Tezuka instead.� He murmured, determined to steal as much of
this sweetness as he could before the restaurant opened for the evening.

Kawamura blinked, confused.
�For Tezuka? What does Buchou
need a watch for?� Tezuka
was the promptest individual Kawamura knew, with the exception of Oishi � and
any tardiness of Oishi�s was almost always a direct
result of one Kikumaru Eiji.

Fuji rubbed his
cheek against Kawamura�s shirt, hugging him in silent contentment. �Atobe is never on time.�

Kawamura was silent for a long moment as the meaning behind Fuji�s
words sank in. But then he felt the
smaller boy�s hand slide over his hip and he pushed Tezuka
and Atobe and Oishi and Eiji whatever issues they
might have completely out of his mind.
Fuji Shuusuke was holding onto him like he
never wanted to let go. No revelation
could rival that.

�I�ve been an idiot, Fuji. I�never thought�� He began.
Fuji looked up, cornflower
blue gaze so intent on his own that Kawamura felt his breath catch.

Fuji touched his
cheek, smiled and twined their fingers together as the sun�s last rays
reflected red and orange in the restaurant�s single window. It turned Kawamura�s hair a burnished gold
and took nothing away from the look in his eyes. Fuji
knew love when he saw it.

�I did. Takashi.�
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