Brief Summary: So what happened after Fuji woke up alone?
A/N: This is a spur of the moment thing. Again, this will completely and totally ruin the atmosphere of 9 Crimes. In fact, though I call this OMAKE, I kinda think that this is completely separated from 9 Crimes. So I advice you to prepare yourself. If you think you're ready, then proceed and try to enjoy my madness XDD
Disclaimer: PoT isn't mine and thus I receive no money from writing this. Duh.
9 Crimes OMAKE
Fuji put on his wrinkled T-shirt and threw one last longing look at the unmade bed, the same bed where his dreams came true and was shattered. He swallowed a painful lump in his throat, telling himself that this was okay, that this wasn't the first time this has happened. But this was nothing regular. The pain, the hollow, the loneliness was nothing regular. Fuji shook his head to clear his mind, steeled himself for another day, and prepared to leave the room.
But before he could make one step toward the door, it suddenly opened. Fuji blinked owlishly, staring at the person standing by the door. Tezuka looked back at him and blinked back with equal surprise and confusion.
After a moment of silent, Tezuka spoke, raising the plastic bag he was holding. "Where are you going? I've got us more lube and condoms."
This is really the end! Don't make me write more! Ack!