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takuma811tacuma811 , you requested a TeFu drabble, with prompt 'laces'.
It turned out a little longer than what I intended. And a little more angsty. And completely not what I had in mind... But, well, here it is.
And I really hope you like it. ^_^" And it really was hard to write a TeFu with prompt 'laces'.
I might give it another try somewhere in the future, because I still have an idea, but the words just refuse to form on the paper... Instead they end up like this *points to the story bellow*
Anyway, enjoy! ^^
TeFu - laces
Fuji is no part of Seigaku. Is no part of the tennis team.
The wind ruffles through his hair. The cool breeze refraishing his body. He relishes in the feeling.
The sun is shining merciless. Has been, for the past two days. His skin no longer pale. Luckily he has taken enough precaution to not get burned.
Smiling he lets his gaze travel over the mountains. It is beautiful. A lake shines in the distance. And just the sight of it gives him wings. The path that only minutes ago seemed so difficult and impossible to climb, is now inviting him. It's telling him about the cold water where he can cool down, about the green grass where he can lie in the sun.
He halts suddenly, somewhere halfway the mountain, when he sees chamois, mountain goat, hopping across the mountain side. Without a care in the world. Free to do what they want. Just like the birds in the air. Free to do as they please. He longs so hard to be free as well...
You will not go. Who do you think you are? I will not permit you to go!
Closing his eyes, he furiously shakes his head. Almost causing him to lose his balance and fall down, into the ravine. It's a long distance till the ground.
His breathing suddenly comes out ragged. He can feel the energy starting to leave him. Just because he remembered. Just because he ...
Mentaly he slaps himself. Stop it! Get over it! Don't let him win!
Ever so slowly he gets a new grip on himself. Banishing everything but his environment. Taking a little step. And when he feels the power return to his legs, another one. And then another, and another. Until finally he reaches the green field. The blue water.
Tired he lets himself fall on the ground. Undoing the straps of his bag pack around his shoulders. Gentle fingers kneeding the sore flesh for a couple of minutes before moving to his legs and rubbing them.
There are soft voices drifting towards him, and when he looks up, he sees a small group arrive. Two boys immediately strip till their underwear while running towards the water. Diving in it, surfacing, screaming and running back out of it. Yes, the water is freezing ...
He can't help the soft chuckle that escapes his lips. Can't help but feel his heart beat painfully in his chest when he sees their care-free attitude.
"Kikumaru. Momoshiro. Yudan sezou ni ikuo..."
The other boys start laughing at the startled faces the 2 shivering boys make.
None of them has payed any attention to the boy sitting just a couple of meters away from them. Untill one of them turns around and speaks up to him.
"Sorry for the noise and the trouble. My teammates can be rather ... enthousiastic."
He just shakes his head. The smile on his face a better answer.
"My name is Oishi. I'm the vice-captain of the tennis team of Seigaku high. We're on team building weekend. Though it will last for a week..."
He doesn't stand up when he sees the other boy approach. He didn't come here for socialising after all. And for a moment he really doesn't care what they might think of his rude manners.
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see one of the group watching him intently. Eyes narrowing for a second. Before his face is set impassive again. It was the one who warned his friends about not letting their guard down.
"Over there are Eiji and Momo."
The 2 dare-it-alls waved from their lying possition in the grass where they let the sun dry their skin.
"That's Tezuka, our team captain. And over there are Kaidoh, Taka-san, Echizen, and Inui."
He nods to all of them. His eyes lingering just a little longer on their buchou, Tezuka.
Silence falls again, and he's glad for it. It surprises him though, that they don't seem to mind either.
They all remain seated like that, untill, after half an hour, he stands up and packs his stuff again.
"Good luck."
The voice behind him is soft and it startles him for a second.
Turning around their eyes meet, and there is a connection between them, so strong that even he can't deny it ...
Smiling he nods his head, and during the last climb towards the mountain cabin, he can't shake of the feeling that that boy, that tennis captain, knows why he is walking here. Knows he is running. Knows he is fighting...
-
Dinner was simple, but it filled his stomach, and he knew it would give him strenght and energy for the next day. Looking outside, through the window of his room for the night, he knows he would need it. The mountain he has to tame tomorrow ... He's a lot worse than whatever he has done already. Truth to be told, he is feeling a little scared. Perhaps he could join these boys he met earlier today. Perhaps they would ...
Sighing he shakes his head and decides to go asleep early. Tomorrow will be hard enough, even with a decent night rest. And this is one battle he must fight, and win, alone. No help. Not from his brother. Not from his friends. Not from strangers...
Closing his eyes, the nearly full moon the last image before he falls asleep.
-
The owner of the mountain cabin waves him off the next morning. She had heard him get up, and had quickly prepared him some breakfast. The smile on her face was a knowing one. And it makes him wonder how many people with similar stories and backgrounds and scars have passed here before. He's not as selfish as to think he is the only or first one.
She must have seen alot, heard alot...
And contrairy to what he would have believed before, it does not make him feel weak. Instead he feels a rush of energy, nearly of hope. Just the knowledge that there are others. Others who are different, yet somehow also the same. Others who have been through hell, who have passed here, and who managed to survive. Because that is what her smile told him. 'Don't worry, you'll make it through as well.'
They say mountains form bonds. Bonds that will never be broken, and never forgotten.
-
"Shimatta."
The curse leaves his lips before he can help it. His breathing is ragged. His eyes wide open. His hands sweaty...
Beneath his feet he can feel some little stones fall off. He knows there is no reason to be as scared as he is. The rope that secures him is strong and it will prevent him from falling in the endless depts below him.
And if he is honest to himself, it's not the mountain, nor the path that frightens him. It are the memories...
Every rock he holds on to seems ready to crumble beneath his fingers. Every stone he steps on seems ready to slip away under his feet. And he's tired of it. He doesn't want to remember. He doesn't want to be stuck in the past. He doesn't want to be so weak. He doesn't want to ...
-
When he arrives at the top this time, he can't help the tears that are escaping his eyes. He can't help the soft hysterical laughter that leaves his lips.
Not caring about anything or anyone, he sets himself down on the grass beside the mountain cabin. Letting the sunshine caress his face and dry his tears. Letting the wind ruffle his hair, like his brother might have done had he been beside him.
"Yuuta ..."
-
The open hand slaps his face. Leaving a red print on his cheek. The power of the hit big enough to make him fall on the ground. His eyes are still closed, not wanting to see the hatred in the other one's eyes.
"You ... You worthless brat!"
He tries to sit up again, arms supporting him. Failling however when the man before him kicks his arms away underneath him.
"You should never have been born ..."
The words are whispered. Venoumious. Meant to be heard, and meant to hurt. And hurt they do. More than the punches he recieves. More than any other insult he has ever said to him.
He doesn't know what it is he has done wrong. He doesn't know why his father hates him so much. And somewhere, he doesn't want to know.
He just want to be free.
After that day he has made up his mind. No matter how much he cared for his brother, his sister, his mother. He was not going to stay there. Not anymore.
It only took him 2 weeks, before he found himself a cheep appartment. It was then that the idea came into his mind. To go to the mountains. To climb and run and face danger head-on. To try and free himself from the chackles that still remain, that still link him to ...
"Are you alright?"
The soft, gentle voice brings him back from his dark thoughts and memories. Blinking, he looks up, meeting the concerned gaze of the tennis captain. Brown orbs framed by glasses.
"Sure."
His voice trembles though, and he knows the other one has heard it.
"There is no reason to lie..."
Eyes telling more than the voice.
'I won't judge you. It's okay to cry. It's okay to let go of that facade...'
Hesitantly he reaches out, taking the offered hand. Literally and figuratively. Perhaps he could place his trust in a stranger. Perhaps he did not have to do this all by himself after all...
-
He has broken down while telling Tezuka the entire story. Sobbing in a stranger's arms. The words the other boy had said to him, still ring in his ears while he climbs yet another mountain. It has been a week ago since he last saw teh other one.
"It's okay to be who you are. Just be carefull out there. Try taming your mountains, instead of wanting to break them. Breaking them will never work. Their stones are just to solide. Try to see the weak spots. Try to find the places you can reach, and avoid the sharp edges."
A smile finds its way to his lips as he places one foot higher and pulls himself up. The feeling of nothingness in his back, below him, no longer bothers him.
"Don't worry to much. You have your brother. You have your sister. You have your mother. You have friends... They'll help you whenever you're having a hard time. They'll support you when you feel you're going to fall. They'll help you up again when you're down."
"Will you be with me when I'm climbing?"
Softly he giggles. He doesn't know where he worked up the courage to ask that. And the look on the Tennis captain's face was priceless.
His gaze travels to his wrist. He remembers the shocked look on his own face when Tezuka suddenly untied his shoe, taking out the lace.
"I will be."
Yes, mountains do form bonds. Even if you'll never see these persons again. You'll always remember those who helped you along the way...
The End
EDIT : Damn these LJ cuts ... :'(
It turned out a little longer than what I intended. And a little more angsty. And completely not what I had in mind... But, well, here it is.
And I really hope you like it. ^_^" And it really was hard to write a TeFu with prompt 'laces'.
I might give it another try somewhere in the future, because I still have an idea, but the words just refuse to form on the paper... Instead they end up like this *points to the story bellow*
Anyway, enjoy! ^^
TeFu - laces
Fuji is no part of Seigaku. Is no part of the tennis team.
The wind ruffles through his hair. The cool breeze refraishing his body. He relishes in the feeling.
The sun is shining merciless. Has been, for the past two days. His skin no longer pale. Luckily he has taken enough precaution to not get burned.
Smiling he lets his gaze travel over the mountains. It is beautiful. A lake shines in the distance. And just the sight of it gives him wings. The path that only minutes ago seemed so difficult and impossible to climb, is now inviting him. It's telling him about the cold water where he can cool down, about the green grass where he can lie in the sun.
He halts suddenly, somewhere halfway the mountain, when he sees chamois, mountain goat, hopping across the mountain side. Without a care in the world. Free to do what they want. Just like the birds in the air. Free to do as they please. He longs so hard to be free as well...
You will not go. Who do you think you are? I will not permit you to go!
Closing his eyes, he furiously shakes his head. Almost causing him to lose his balance and fall down, into the ravine. It's a long distance till the ground.
His breathing suddenly comes out ragged. He can feel the energy starting to leave him. Just because he remembered. Just because he ...
Mentaly he slaps himself. Stop it! Get over it! Don't let him win!
Ever so slowly he gets a new grip on himself. Banishing everything but his environment. Taking a little step. And when he feels the power return to his legs, another one. And then another, and another. Until finally he reaches the green field. The blue water.
Tired he lets himself fall on the ground. Undoing the straps of his bag pack around his shoulders. Gentle fingers kneeding the sore flesh for a couple of minutes before moving to his legs and rubbing them.
There are soft voices drifting towards him, and when he looks up, he sees a small group arrive. Two boys immediately strip till their underwear while running towards the water. Diving in it, surfacing, screaming and running back out of it. Yes, the water is freezing ...
He can't help the soft chuckle that escapes his lips. Can't help but feel his heart beat painfully in his chest when he sees their care-free attitude.
"Kikumaru. Momoshiro. Yudan sezou ni ikuo..."
The other boys start laughing at the startled faces the 2 shivering boys make.
None of them has payed any attention to the boy sitting just a couple of meters away from them. Untill one of them turns around and speaks up to him.
"Sorry for the noise and the trouble. My teammates can be rather ... enthousiastic."
He just shakes his head. The smile on his face a better answer.
"My name is Oishi. I'm the vice-captain of the tennis team of Seigaku high. We're on team building weekend. Though it will last for a week..."
He doesn't stand up when he sees the other boy approach. He didn't come here for socialising after all. And for a moment he really doesn't care what they might think of his rude manners.
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see one of the group watching him intently. Eyes narrowing for a second. Before his face is set impassive again. It was the one who warned his friends about not letting their guard down.
"Over there are Eiji and Momo."
The 2 dare-it-alls waved from their lying possition in the grass where they let the sun dry their skin.
"That's Tezuka, our team captain. And over there are Kaidoh, Taka-san, Echizen, and Inui."
He nods to all of them. His eyes lingering just a little longer on their buchou, Tezuka.
Silence falls again, and he's glad for it. It surprises him though, that they don't seem to mind either.
They all remain seated like that, untill, after half an hour, he stands up and packs his stuff again.
"Good luck."
The voice behind him is soft and it startles him for a second.
Turning around their eyes meet, and there is a connection between them, so strong that even he can't deny it ...
Smiling he nods his head, and during the last climb towards the mountain cabin, he can't shake of the feeling that that boy, that tennis captain, knows why he is walking here. Knows he is running. Knows he is fighting...
-
Dinner was simple, but it filled his stomach, and he knew it would give him strenght and energy for the next day. Looking outside, through the window of his room for the night, he knows he would need it. The mountain he has to tame tomorrow ... He's a lot worse than whatever he has done already. Truth to be told, he is feeling a little scared. Perhaps he could join these boys he met earlier today. Perhaps they would ...
Sighing he shakes his head and decides to go asleep early. Tomorrow will be hard enough, even with a decent night rest. And this is one battle he must fight, and win, alone. No help. Not from his brother. Not from his friends. Not from strangers...
Closing his eyes, the nearly full moon the last image before he falls asleep.
-
The owner of the mountain cabin waves him off the next morning. She had heard him get up, and had quickly prepared him some breakfast. The smile on her face was a knowing one. And it makes him wonder how many people with similar stories and backgrounds and scars have passed here before. He's not as selfish as to think he is the only or first one.
She must have seen alot, heard alot...
And contrairy to what he would have believed before, it does not make him feel weak. Instead he feels a rush of energy, nearly of hope. Just the knowledge that there are others. Others who are different, yet somehow also the same. Others who have been through hell, who have passed here, and who managed to survive. Because that is what her smile told him. 'Don't worry, you'll make it through as well.'
They say mountains form bonds. Bonds that will never be broken, and never forgotten.
-
"Shimatta."
The curse leaves his lips before he can help it. His breathing is ragged. His eyes wide open. His hands sweaty...
Beneath his feet he can feel some little stones fall off. He knows there is no reason to be as scared as he is. The rope that secures him is strong and it will prevent him from falling in the endless depts below him.
And if he is honest to himself, it's not the mountain, nor the path that frightens him. It are the memories...
Every rock he holds on to seems ready to crumble beneath his fingers. Every stone he steps on seems ready to slip away under his feet. And he's tired of it. He doesn't want to remember. He doesn't want to be stuck in the past. He doesn't want to be so weak. He doesn't want to ...
-
When he arrives at the top this time, he can't help the tears that are escaping his eyes. He can't help the soft hysterical laughter that leaves his lips.
Not caring about anything or anyone, he sets himself down on the grass beside the mountain cabin. Letting the sunshine caress his face and dry his tears. Letting the wind ruffle his hair, like his brother might have done had he been beside him.
"Yuuta ..."
-
The open hand slaps his face. Leaving a red print on his cheek. The power of the hit big enough to make him fall on the ground. His eyes are still closed, not wanting to see the hatred in the other one's eyes.
"You ... You worthless brat!"
He tries to sit up again, arms supporting him. Failling however when the man before him kicks his arms away underneath him.
"You should never have been born ..."
The words are whispered. Venoumious. Meant to be heard, and meant to hurt. And hurt they do. More than the punches he recieves. More than any other insult he has ever said to him.
He doesn't know what it is he has done wrong. He doesn't know why his father hates him so much. And somewhere, he doesn't want to know.
He just want to be free.
After that day he has made up his mind. No matter how much he cared for his brother, his sister, his mother. He was not going to stay there. Not anymore.
It only took him 2 weeks, before he found himself a cheep appartment. It was then that the idea came into his mind. To go to the mountains. To climb and run and face danger head-on. To try and free himself from the chackles that still remain, that still link him to ...
"Are you alright?"
The soft, gentle voice brings him back from his dark thoughts and memories. Blinking, he looks up, meeting the concerned gaze of the tennis captain. Brown orbs framed by glasses.
"Sure."
His voice trembles though, and he knows the other one has heard it.
"There is no reason to lie..."
Eyes telling more than the voice.
'I won't judge you. It's okay to cry. It's okay to let go of that facade...'
Hesitantly he reaches out, taking the offered hand. Literally and figuratively. Perhaps he could place his trust in a stranger. Perhaps he did not have to do this all by himself after all...
-
He has broken down while telling Tezuka the entire story. Sobbing in a stranger's arms. The words the other boy had said to him, still ring in his ears while he climbs yet another mountain. It has been a week ago since he last saw teh other one.
"It's okay to be who you are. Just be carefull out there. Try taming your mountains, instead of wanting to break them. Breaking them will never work. Their stones are just to solide. Try to see the weak spots. Try to find the places you can reach, and avoid the sharp edges."
A smile finds its way to his lips as he places one foot higher and pulls himself up. The feeling of nothingness in his back, below him, no longer bothers him.
"Don't worry to much. You have your brother. You have your sister. You have your mother. You have friends... They'll help you whenever you're having a hard time. They'll support you when you feel you're going to fall. They'll help you up again when you're down."
"Will you be with me when I'm climbing?"
Softly he giggles. He doesn't know where he worked up the courage to ask that. And the look on the Tennis captain's face was priceless.
His gaze travels to his wrist. He remembers the shocked look on his own face when Tezuka suddenly untied his shoe, taking out the lace.
"I will be."
Yes, mountains do form bonds. Even if you'll never see these persons again. You'll always remember those who helped you along the way...
The End
EDIT : Damn these LJ cuts ... :'(