[fic] Sway, Prince of Tennis, angst
Title: Sway
Author: Anthy
Fandom: Tennis no Oujisama
Type: Angst
Pairing/Characters(for gen): Inui
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Konomi Takeshi owns Prince of Tennis. I'm just borrowing the characters. The song lyrics (in italics) "Sway" is by Liz Phair. I claim no ownership to those either.
Notes:To commemorate the reopening of this dead journal (which is going to officially be my fic archive OTM), I've got another match_point drabble for you.
Sitting on the cluttered floor of his bedroom, Inui looked around the papers at his feet. The light from his computer screensaver his only source of light. He sat in the near darkness, his thoughts far removed from the project he originally started hours ago. Reaching over to the CD player, he pressed the repeat button to the song and started it again.
The CD had sat in his pile of readables unused; a disk burned from a person overseas he corresponded with on an irregular basis. He sought it out only on the memory that it was sent so that they could further continue their discussion on love songs and their ability to heal. The friend lost contact, and the discussion never finished, but he remember the CD. Oddly fitting that he choose this time to listen to it. The words of the third song stung, but in an awkward way seemed comforting. He listened to it again, and again, and again.
"Don’t stray, don’t ever go away. I shouldn’t, you’re much too smart for this..." the woman sung sadly but with fondess to the one she hurt; her voice echoed the ache in his heart. "You know it gets the better of me."
The scene after school played and replayed itself in his mind. He knew he made a mistake in what he did, they could not be blamed for this. That was clear.
"Sometimes, when you and I collide, I fall into an ocean of you; pull me out in time-don’t let me drown. Let me down. I say it’s all because of you-"
Did they hate him now? Kaidou already admitted that his past actions were beyond forgiving; but had Inui gone so far as to push both away for good. Everything ceased to make sense. His head ached, and the rest of him felt empty.
"And here I go, losing my control. I’m practicing your name so I can say it to you’re face. It doesn’t seem right, to look you in the eye. Let all the things you mean to me, tumbling out my mouth and beat its time."
Time seemed pointless to him, moving only guaranteed more failure. He did not know what he needed to do, what he wanted to be done. Now, he just wanted to be alone.
"Tell me why you say it's infinitely true."
He factored in the new results into his algorithm, it complete as far as he was concerned. The cycle only continued with him in it, pulling away and it ceased to function.
"Say or stay. Don’t come and go. Like you do. Sway my way,
yea, I need to know all about you."
He thought he needed to know how they felt before continuing. No, this was his decision to make, his mistake to correct.
"And there’s no cure and no way to be sure. Why everything’s turned inside out, instilling so much doubt-"
Leaving them alone for the time being is best. It solved nothing, and in the end they all suffered, but he could live with that. Everything he had done since has only made things worse; he was pushing them away. He could not continue to fight anymore; the battle was lost since the beginning, the reason behind it clouded. Even if decisions were made, would he still feel this way?
"It makes me so tired."
He stood, his work long forgotten and incomplete. It would be there in the morning, as would everything else.
"I feel so uninspired." he sung along softly, not caring that his low baritone did not fit the melody of the song. Should he document this? The thought of doing so seemed almost disturbing, even to himself. Lately, his mind seemed to be the one thing he hated most. "My head is battling with my heart, and my logic has been torn apart. And now it all turns sour-"
The phone rang, breaking his thoughts. Walking over to it and answering, he found his mother on the other end.
"Come sweeten the every afternoon-"
They talked of mundane matters, she inquired about his schoolwork and tennis, he was informed of the things at the lab overseas, the music still playing in the background.
"Say or stay. Don’t come and go. Like you do. Sway my way,
yea, I need to know all about you."
"That's a beautiful song, Sadaharu." his mother commented in middle of their conversation. "I did not know you listened to music often."
"I usually don't."
"Is everything alright? You sound exhausted. Go to bed early tonight." she said. "I have to go, meeting. Do not work so hard, Sadaharu. Good night, your father sends well-wishes."
"Good night." he said, hanging up the phone and laying down on the bed and casting his gaze at the ceiling. The song echoed on the walls.
". . .about you. It's all because of you. It's all because of you. It's all because of you."
He would be alone, it seemed fair enough. He rolled over as the song ended and started again.
Author: Anthy
Fandom: Tennis no Oujisama
Type: Angst
Pairing/Characters(for gen): Inui
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Konomi Takeshi owns Prince of Tennis. I'm just borrowing the characters. The song lyrics (in italics) "Sway" is by Liz Phair. I claim no ownership to those either.
Notes:To commemorate the reopening of this dead journal (which is going to officially be my fic archive OTM), I've got another match_point drabble for you.
Sitting on the cluttered floor of his bedroom, Inui looked around the papers at his feet. The light from his computer screensaver his only source of light. He sat in the near darkness, his thoughts far removed from the project he originally started hours ago. Reaching over to the CD player, he pressed the repeat button to the song and started it again.
The CD had sat in his pile of readables unused; a disk burned from a person overseas he corresponded with on an irregular basis. He sought it out only on the memory that it was sent so that they could further continue their discussion on love songs and their ability to heal. The friend lost contact, and the discussion never finished, but he remember the CD. Oddly fitting that he choose this time to listen to it. The words of the third song stung, but in an awkward way seemed comforting. He listened to it again, and again, and again.
"Don’t stray, don’t ever go away. I shouldn’t, you’re much too smart for this..." the woman sung sadly but with fondess to the one she hurt; her voice echoed the ache in his heart. "You know it gets the better of me."
The scene after school played and replayed itself in his mind. He knew he made a mistake in what he did, they could not be blamed for this. That was clear.
"Sometimes, when you and I collide, I fall into an ocean of you; pull me out in time-don’t let me drown. Let me down. I say it’s all because of you-"
Did they hate him now? Kaidou already admitted that his past actions were beyond forgiving; but had Inui gone so far as to push both away for good. Everything ceased to make sense. His head ached, and the rest of him felt empty.
"And here I go, losing my control. I’m practicing your name so I can say it to you’re face. It doesn’t seem right, to look you in the eye. Let all the things you mean to me, tumbling out my mouth and beat its time."
Time seemed pointless to him, moving only guaranteed more failure. He did not know what he needed to do, what he wanted to be done. Now, he just wanted to be alone.
"Tell me why you say it's infinitely true."
He factored in the new results into his algorithm, it complete as far as he was concerned. The cycle only continued with him in it, pulling away and it ceased to function.
"Say or stay. Don’t come and go. Like you do. Sway my way,
yea, I need to know all about you."
He thought he needed to know how they felt before continuing. No, this was his decision to make, his mistake to correct.
"And there’s no cure and no way to be sure. Why everything’s turned inside out, instilling so much doubt-"
Leaving them alone for the time being is best. It solved nothing, and in the end they all suffered, but he could live with that. Everything he had done since has only made things worse; he was pushing them away. He could not continue to fight anymore; the battle was lost since the beginning, the reason behind it clouded. Even if decisions were made, would he still feel this way?
"It makes me so tired."
He stood, his work long forgotten and incomplete. It would be there in the morning, as would everything else.
"I feel so uninspired." he sung along softly, not caring that his low baritone did not fit the melody of the song. Should he document this? The thought of doing so seemed almost disturbing, even to himself. Lately, his mind seemed to be the one thing he hated most. "My head is battling with my heart, and my logic has been torn apart. And now it all turns sour-"
The phone rang, breaking his thoughts. Walking over to it and answering, he found his mother on the other end.
"Come sweeten the every afternoon-"
They talked of mundane matters, she inquired about his schoolwork and tennis, he was informed of the things at the lab overseas, the music still playing in the background.
"Say or stay. Don’t come and go. Like you do. Sway my way,
yea, I need to know all about you."
"That's a beautiful song, Sadaharu." his mother commented in middle of their conversation. "I did not know you listened to music often."
"I usually don't."
"Is everything alright? You sound exhausted. Go to bed early tonight." she said. "I have to go, meeting. Do not work so hard, Sadaharu. Good night, your father sends well-wishes."
"Good night." he said, hanging up the phone and laying down on the bed and casting his gaze at the ceiling. The song echoed on the walls.
". . .about you. It's all because of you. It's all because of you. It's all because of you."
He would be alone, it seemed fair enough. He rolled over as the song ended and started again.