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kat8chaTitle: Normal Abnormalities
Author: K8
Pairing: TezukaFuji, mentioned Yummi, Yumiko/OFC
Summary: Syuusuke has made a study of being normal because that is what his father wants
A/N: I used Fuji's first name the entire time, because Fuji's Dad just sounded weird >> Not that Syuusuke is any better. Ah well.
Please keep it painless. T_T
Author: K8
Pairing: TezukaFuji, mentioned Yummi, Yumiko/OFC
Summary: Syuusuke has made a study of being normal because that is what his father wants
A/N: I used Fuji's first name the entire time, because Fuji's Dad just sounded weird >> Not that Syuusuke is any better. Ah well.
Syuusuke had made a study about normal boys. Not because Syuusuke particularly wanted to be normal (at all, Syuusuke quite liked being eccentric) and not because he found it interesting (Syuusuke thought normality was singularly boring). Syuusuke studied ‘normal’ behavior because that was what one was supposed to be. Normal was *normal* for a reason. Syuusuke’s father wanted nothing more then normal children, beyond Syuusuke’s genius abilities at tennis of course. Syuusuke was careful because one could never be sure when his father would be home, so he practiced ‘normal’ behavior as a front almost 24/7. Those he liked, those he trusted, those that wormed their way past that normal facade would be greeted with the rubix cube that he really was. Those people were few in number, and about as non-normal as he really was.
Syuusuke’s father wanted to be proud of them. He had come from a normal family, with normal parents and two normal siblings. He had married a normal woman and hoped that from her womb normal children would spring. Yumiko had been a disappointment, never interested in the proper toys young ladies should be interested in. Syuusuke’s father blamed the lack of strong male figure in the household, since he was out of the house so often and scolded his wife for not calling upon his brothers more often. His wife smiled, promised to pay more attention to the children, and oh, did her husband know she was with child again? The doctors said it was a boy this time. He had been overjoyed and made sure to be there when the child was born. At the sight of the natural dirty blond hair and wide open inquisitive blue eyes he ordered a paternity test done immediately.
It came back true, Syuusuke was his son, which meant his wife was not as normal as he had thought.
Syuusuke learned through television, through books, through watching other normal boys just what normal boys did. Normal boys got into fights, so Syuusuke got into fights. Syuusuke’s fights were almost always defending his brother from bullies, but that was again something big brothers were supposed to do. Big brothers protected younger brothers (they did not flirt with them, or touch inappropriately. Syuusuke was glad he managed to keep himself from doing either too much) big brothers paved the way for younger brothers making sure to set a good example. Syuusuke’s excellence at tennis, at school, at making friends was never meat to drive Yuuta away. Instead it was supposed to inspire Yuuta. Maybe it was the touching that did it.
Once on a trip home Syuusuke’s father had done a surprise inspection of their rooms, turning them inside out looking for things. He was glad that Yumiko’s was clean of black magic items, except for the notebook in which she made predictions that he could easily pass off as womanly frivolity. She had a phonebook with a few boys names scratched out, and one marked with a heart and ‘bring home for dinner’ written next to it. Yuuta’s room was surprisingly clean but that was because he wasn’t home often. Syuusuke’s father did not approve of Yuuta’s obsession with his brother, but hoped that the Catholic school he was now attending would straighten him out. The manager of the tennis team told him that sometimes boys were even caned for disobeying the rules. Syuusuke’s room was too perfect for that of a teenage boy, it even smelled good. It was after he stabbed himself with one of the cacti that he discovered Syuusuke’s porn stash. When everyone had gathered that evening he confronted Syuusuke telling him it was disgusting that a young boy should read such things and why didn’t he find himself a girlfriend.
Syuusuke sat silently through it all, head bowed in obedience to his father’s will. Later that night Syuusuke’s father winked at him and passed him a few yen to ‘buy some more’ if it kept him out of trouble.
Once the older man had left Syuusuke burned the magazines, and their mother brought Yumiko’s supplies out from the cleaning closet. Syuusuke had asked Yumiko about the mystery boy and she had gifted him with a lopsided smile and told him it was someone she hadn’t met yet and that she wasn’t altogether sure it was a boy.
Normal boys did not like other boys. They did not find themselves wanting to kiss their best friend or press their tennis captain against the locker room wall and kiss him senseless. Normal boys did not wonder what their doubles partner’s touch would feel like against their skin. Normal boys did not wonder what it would be like to run fingers through disheveled, windblown hair and kiss open, panting mouths, stealing breath from his teammates. But then Syuusuke only pretended to be normal.
Syuusuke only brought a friend home once. It was in his first year and he and Eiji had steadily grown closer. They weren’t quite best friends, but then it was hard to be best friends when you only had club together. They were close though, close enough that Eiji invited Syuusuke over for study sessions with him and Oishi and Syuusuke would occasionally share the un-spiced parts of his bento with Eiji. Eiji had been pestering him to see his house for ages and finally Syuusuke had relented, allowing Eiji to follow him home. Normal boys were supposed to have friends correct? It was easily apparent though that despite Eiji’s best behavior Syuusuke’s father did not approve. Eiji was too childish, he told Syuusuke later, and too.... flamboyant. He would lead Syuusuke down the wrong path. Syuusuke sat blank faced, eventually nodding, a smile pasted on his lips as he agreed with his father, explaining that Eiji was just a member of the tennis club. They weren’t even in the same class.
Occasionally normal boys had grades which dropped, so Syuusuke had no problem with fitting into Eij``i’s class in their third year. His father sees that Syuusuke has dropped to a regular class, to a level of intelligence he deems ‘normal’ and is happy.
Teenage rebellion is normal. Syuusuke rebels by taking up photography more and more, being as amazing at it as he was at tennis. He writes, essays, poems, short stories... and publishes. He’s a rising genius in a mediocre world and classmates wonder if there is anything he can’t do. His father, in a trans-continental phone call, warns him about reaching too far because the fall will be painful. Syuusuke tells his father that the only limits he has are the ones he sets himself and slams the phone. The next time his father visits (a period of three days in total) Syuusuke stays at a friends. Tezuka calmly diverts Syuusuke’s father’s anger, dousing it with ice cold words and chilly stares. When Syuusuke’s father leaves he leaves a note warning his son about the type of people who will take advantage of his kind nature and effeminate face.
When he reads it Syuusuke laughs so hard he cries.
On his father’s next trip Yumiko has moved out of the house. She is sharing an apartment with a beautiful and intelligent woman named Ayane. Ayane is also apparently very gifted with her tongue and fingers and Yumiko glows when she talks about her. Syuusuke smiles brightly at his sister, hugging her and congratulating her. Their father only hears stories of how Ayane helped teach Yumiko to make some new dish or other, and that Ayane’s brother is a handsome man with impressive career prospects. Syuusuke does not spend this visit at Tezuka’s house, instead spending most of it in his room or rushing out to meeting with friends. His father believes he is sneaking out to see a girl.
Syuusuke is actually dating Tezuka.
Yuuta brought Mizuki to the house once. Syuusuke had moved out, was rooming with Tezuka and they both attended a prestigious university in Tokyo. Tezuka was playing tennis and attending classes when he could. Syuusuke was studying education. Yuuta called Syuusuke shakily, asking if he could come home for dinner for one night. Syuusuke was unable to turn down a request from his brother and since Tezuka was out of town for a tournament he saw no reason not to. Sitting at the too quiet table Syuusuke calmly opened his eyes to stare at his father. Yuuta had a bruise swelling over one cheek and sat hunched in his chair. Syuusuke’s father looked up at him, dark eyes hard and narrow.
“It’s abnormal.” He stated, fingers curled tightly around his chopsticks. “And I won’t stand for it in my house.” Syuusuke had nodded, genial smile betrayed by murderous eyes. When his father has left them alone Syuusuke hugs Yuuta tightly to him.
“It’s a good thing Mizuki has an apartment isn’t it?” That is the first, and last, time he willingly says Yuuta’s boyfriends name.
Syuusuke lay his head on Tezuka’s lap, stretched out on the couch while his partner sat ramrod straight on the soft furniture. (Tezuka said it was bad for his posture, Syuusuke said the only thing that could ruin Tezuka’s posture would be a spinal injury) Tezuka had one hand stroking Syuusuke’s hair as the other lay silently, eyes open and staring at the ceiling. It had 3 water stains, 5 cracks, and the color was closer to egg shell then off white. “How is your mother?” Tezuka asked, his other had held a closed magazine, and both magazine and hand were resting on Syuusuke’s stomach.
“She’s normal, like always. Why does she try so hard?” Syuusuke tilted his head to look at Tezuka. “To make him like her? He doesn’t even see her.” Tezuka looked into Syuusuke’s eyes.
“I do not have the answer to that.” He cupped Syuusuke’s cheek. “But I’m glad you did not follow her example.” Syuusuke sighed, nuzzling his lover’s warm, calloused hand.
“I prefer to be abnormal and happy, then normal and bored.” Syuusuke smiled softly as Tezuka kissed his forehead and moved to straddle Tezuka’s lap, slipping the others glasses off.
“I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
Syuusuke’s father wanted to be proud of them. He had come from a normal family, with normal parents and two normal siblings. He had married a normal woman and hoped that from her womb normal children would spring. Yumiko had been a disappointment, never interested in the proper toys young ladies should be interested in. Syuusuke’s father blamed the lack of strong male figure in the household, since he was out of the house so often and scolded his wife for not calling upon his brothers more often. His wife smiled, promised to pay more attention to the children, and oh, did her husband know she was with child again? The doctors said it was a boy this time. He had been overjoyed and made sure to be there when the child was born. At the sight of the natural dirty blond hair and wide open inquisitive blue eyes he ordered a paternity test done immediately.
It came back true, Syuusuke was his son, which meant his wife was not as normal as he had thought.
Syuusuke learned through television, through books, through watching other normal boys just what normal boys did. Normal boys got into fights, so Syuusuke got into fights. Syuusuke’s fights were almost always defending his brother from bullies, but that was again something big brothers were supposed to do. Big brothers protected younger brothers (they did not flirt with them, or touch inappropriately. Syuusuke was glad he managed to keep himself from doing either too much) big brothers paved the way for younger brothers making sure to set a good example. Syuusuke’s excellence at tennis, at school, at making friends was never meat to drive Yuuta away. Instead it was supposed to inspire Yuuta. Maybe it was the touching that did it.
Once on a trip home Syuusuke’s father had done a surprise inspection of their rooms, turning them inside out looking for things. He was glad that Yumiko’s was clean of black magic items, except for the notebook in which she made predictions that he could easily pass off as womanly frivolity. She had a phonebook with a few boys names scratched out, and one marked with a heart and ‘bring home for dinner’ written next to it. Yuuta’s room was surprisingly clean but that was because he wasn’t home often. Syuusuke’s father did not approve of Yuuta’s obsession with his brother, but hoped that the Catholic school he was now attending would straighten him out. The manager of the tennis team told him that sometimes boys were even caned for disobeying the rules. Syuusuke’s room was too perfect for that of a teenage boy, it even smelled good. It was after he stabbed himself with one of the cacti that he discovered Syuusuke’s porn stash. When everyone had gathered that evening he confronted Syuusuke telling him it was disgusting that a young boy should read such things and why didn’t he find himself a girlfriend.
Syuusuke sat silently through it all, head bowed in obedience to his father’s will. Later that night Syuusuke’s father winked at him and passed him a few yen to ‘buy some more’ if it kept him out of trouble.
Once the older man had left Syuusuke burned the magazines, and their mother brought Yumiko’s supplies out from the cleaning closet. Syuusuke had asked Yumiko about the mystery boy and she had gifted him with a lopsided smile and told him it was someone she hadn’t met yet and that she wasn’t altogether sure it was a boy.
Normal boys did not like other boys. They did not find themselves wanting to kiss their best friend or press their tennis captain against the locker room wall and kiss him senseless. Normal boys did not wonder what their doubles partner’s touch would feel like against their skin. Normal boys did not wonder what it would be like to run fingers through disheveled, windblown hair and kiss open, panting mouths, stealing breath from his teammates. But then Syuusuke only pretended to be normal.
Syuusuke only brought a friend home once. It was in his first year and he and Eiji had steadily grown closer. They weren’t quite best friends, but then it was hard to be best friends when you only had club together. They were close though, close enough that Eiji invited Syuusuke over for study sessions with him and Oishi and Syuusuke would occasionally share the un-spiced parts of his bento with Eiji. Eiji had been pestering him to see his house for ages and finally Syuusuke had relented, allowing Eiji to follow him home. Normal boys were supposed to have friends correct? It was easily apparent though that despite Eiji’s best behavior Syuusuke’s father did not approve. Eiji was too childish, he told Syuusuke later, and too.... flamboyant. He would lead Syuusuke down the wrong path. Syuusuke sat blank faced, eventually nodding, a smile pasted on his lips as he agreed with his father, explaining that Eiji was just a member of the tennis club. They weren’t even in the same class.
Occasionally normal boys had grades which dropped, so Syuusuke had no problem with fitting into Eij``i’s class in their third year. His father sees that Syuusuke has dropped to a regular class, to a level of intelligence he deems ‘normal’ and is happy.
Teenage rebellion is normal. Syuusuke rebels by taking up photography more and more, being as amazing at it as he was at tennis. He writes, essays, poems, short stories... and publishes. He’s a rising genius in a mediocre world and classmates wonder if there is anything he can’t do. His father, in a trans-continental phone call, warns him about reaching too far because the fall will be painful. Syuusuke tells his father that the only limits he has are the ones he sets himself and slams the phone. The next time his father visits (a period of three days in total) Syuusuke stays at a friends. Tezuka calmly diverts Syuusuke’s father’s anger, dousing it with ice cold words and chilly stares. When Syuusuke’s father leaves he leaves a note warning his son about the type of people who will take advantage of his kind nature and effeminate face.
When he reads it Syuusuke laughs so hard he cries.
On his father’s next trip Yumiko has moved out of the house. She is sharing an apartment with a beautiful and intelligent woman named Ayane. Ayane is also apparently very gifted with her tongue and fingers and Yumiko glows when she talks about her. Syuusuke smiles brightly at his sister, hugging her and congratulating her. Their father only hears stories of how Ayane helped teach Yumiko to make some new dish or other, and that Ayane’s brother is a handsome man with impressive career prospects. Syuusuke does not spend this visit at Tezuka’s house, instead spending most of it in his room or rushing out to meeting with friends. His father believes he is sneaking out to see a girl.
Syuusuke is actually dating Tezuka.
Yuuta brought Mizuki to the house once. Syuusuke had moved out, was rooming with Tezuka and they both attended a prestigious university in Tokyo. Tezuka was playing tennis and attending classes when he could. Syuusuke was studying education. Yuuta called Syuusuke shakily, asking if he could come home for dinner for one night. Syuusuke was unable to turn down a request from his brother and since Tezuka was out of town for a tournament he saw no reason not to. Sitting at the too quiet table Syuusuke calmly opened his eyes to stare at his father. Yuuta had a bruise swelling over one cheek and sat hunched in his chair. Syuusuke’s father looked up at him, dark eyes hard and narrow.
“It’s abnormal.” He stated, fingers curled tightly around his chopsticks. “And I won’t stand for it in my house.” Syuusuke had nodded, genial smile betrayed by murderous eyes. When his father has left them alone Syuusuke hugs Yuuta tightly to him.
“It’s a good thing Mizuki has an apartment isn’t it?” That is the first, and last, time he willingly says Yuuta’s boyfriends name.
Syuusuke lay his head on Tezuka’s lap, stretched out on the couch while his partner sat ramrod straight on the soft furniture. (Tezuka said it was bad for his posture, Syuusuke said the only thing that could ruin Tezuka’s posture would be a spinal injury) Tezuka had one hand stroking Syuusuke’s hair as the other lay silently, eyes open and staring at the ceiling. It had 3 water stains, 5 cracks, and the color was closer to egg shell then off white. “How is your mother?” Tezuka asked, his other had held a closed magazine, and both magazine and hand were resting on Syuusuke’s stomach.
“She’s normal, like always. Why does she try so hard?” Syuusuke tilted his head to look at Tezuka. “To make him like her? He doesn’t even see her.” Tezuka looked into Syuusuke’s eyes.
“I do not have the answer to that.” He cupped Syuusuke’s cheek. “But I’m glad you did not follow her example.” Syuusuke sighed, nuzzling his lover’s warm, calloused hand.
“I prefer to be abnormal and happy, then normal and bored.” Syuusuke smiled softly as Tezuka kissed his forehead and moved to straddle Tezuka’s lap, slipping the others glasses off.
“I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
Please keep it painless. T_T
