Rose Colored Glasses
Second Prince of Tennis Fanfiction
Word Count: 2,498; 7 pages
Completed: Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Out of all the pairings in the PoT fandom, I must say that I consider Rikkaidai's doubles one -Niou and Yagyuu- to be my favorite. Their personalities, the gentleman/trickster, and of course, the switch. But despite the incredible awesomeness of the switch, I was a little tired of reading fanfics centered mostly/solely on that. So I made something different: a fic that had no mention of their trick. And while d1 is considered a slightly smutty pairing, I also wanted to tell about the sweeter side of their relationship, and I hope I succeeded in accomplishing that.
Yagyuu's mother comes in the form of journals (I'm big on them), his father is disconnected and never truly appears. It shows just how alone he is. I choose flowers to be his companions, because it was different and suited him, in a way.
His glasses are a typical fandom thing, like Fuji's closed eyes. I don't think I need to explain it.
Niou starts off as an aquaintance, but he eventually shoves his way into Yagyuu's life. I can see him doing this, and it amuses me to no end. I'm afraid I made Yagyuu seem weaker than he is, and I didn't want to do that. Being alone is so damaging to a person's psyche, and he had to be strong to overcome it.
Yagyuu's room is blank, clinical. A canvas waiting for the perfect color- Niou. His garden was a home, and that was his defining space. The second chapter was really unexplained, in my opinion. This chapter was my romaticized version of their relationship, and I didn't want to change anything about it, even now.
The church- I'm not a religious person at all, but a quiet, outdoor space always comforts me. A church is a serene spot, and I like the idea of tolerance between homosexuals and religion, because I wish so badly for it. It's unfair that there is no gay marriage in America- separation of church and state, etc. But I really do love the church scene, an isolated world for their love.
The kiss- their first physical act of love. I didn't feel the need to make a huge deal over it- they had already understood their feelings, and this bonded them. Once again, a peaceful aspect to their relationship, a form of comfort after Yagyuu spoke about everything painful in his life.
I like photography, and I wish I knew more about it. Niou as the cameraman was amusing (Fuji's not the only one, you know. ;) and the photos were a way of recording their growth, together and separately. It followed their relationship and showed its evolution. It was Yagyuu's role of finally becoming humanized, without his glasses.
There is a lot of me in the story- I can't necessarily point out every piece, but things like Yagyuu's moment of running his hand through his hair (a nervous habit of mine) and his slowly evolving smile was all me.
Niou slowly changed Yagyuu and his room- in the photograph, there are paintings he made for him hanging on the walls.
The flower garden was Yagyuu's remaining link to his house and his father. And possibly, a good-bye to the memory of his mother.
"They loaded their things into a small car a week after they graduated from high school, taking only what they needed. Yagyuu's garden had withered and died when a heat wave smothered the city. He climbed into the passenger seat and took one long last look at the house that was never a home. There would be no note waiting for his father when he came home from work. The engine started. Niou peeled away down the deserted street as the fallen leaves danced down the road. Flower petals blew across the surface of Yagyuu's glasses as the wind, sun, and Niou's ringing laughter spirited them away without a trace."
The closing paragraph, the first paragraph I wrote for this story. Possibly the most romanticized paragraph of this fic, my favourite part. The theme of escape is something present in probably every one of my fics so far- whether by death or outright leaving- it is a concept that I think about constantly.
I had a great time writing this. It's taken months for the comments to appear, I'm sorry for that. I hope you enjoyed it thoroughly, and I thank everyone of my readers for giving it a try. And a huge thanks to those who reviewed- whether fanfictioners or here on livejournal. Feel free to comment, criticize, friend or email me.
Word Count: 2,498; 7 pages
Completed: Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Out of all the pairings in the PoT fandom, I must say that I consider Rikkaidai's doubles one -Niou and Yagyuu- to be my favorite. Their personalities, the gentleman/trickster, and of course, the switch. But despite the incredible awesomeness of the switch, I was a little tired of reading fanfics centered mostly/solely on that. So I made something different: a fic that had no mention of their trick. And while d1 is considered a slightly smutty pairing, I also wanted to tell about the sweeter side of their relationship, and I hope I succeeded in accomplishing that.
Yagyuu's mother comes in the form of journals (I'm big on them), his father is disconnected and never truly appears. It shows just how alone he is. I choose flowers to be his companions, because it was different and suited him, in a way.
His glasses are a typical fandom thing, like Fuji's closed eyes. I don't think I need to explain it.
Niou starts off as an aquaintance, but he eventually shoves his way into Yagyuu's life. I can see him doing this, and it amuses me to no end. I'm afraid I made Yagyuu seem weaker than he is, and I didn't want to do that. Being alone is so damaging to a person's psyche, and he had to be strong to overcome it.
Yagyuu's room is blank, clinical. A canvas waiting for the perfect color- Niou. His garden was a home, and that was his defining space. The second chapter was really unexplained, in my opinion. This chapter was my romaticized version of their relationship, and I didn't want to change anything about it, even now.
The church- I'm not a religious person at all, but a quiet, outdoor space always comforts me. A church is a serene spot, and I like the idea of tolerance between homosexuals and religion, because I wish so badly for it. It's unfair that there is no gay marriage in America- separation of church and state, etc. But I really do love the church scene, an isolated world for their love.
The kiss- their first physical act of love. I didn't feel the need to make a huge deal over it- they had already understood their feelings, and this bonded them. Once again, a peaceful aspect to their relationship, a form of comfort after Yagyuu spoke about everything painful in his life.
I like photography, and I wish I knew more about it. Niou as the cameraman was amusing (Fuji's not the only one, you know. ;) and the photos were a way of recording their growth, together and separately. It followed their relationship and showed its evolution. It was Yagyuu's role of finally becoming humanized, without his glasses.
There is a lot of me in the story- I can't necessarily point out every piece, but things like Yagyuu's moment of running his hand through his hair (a nervous habit of mine) and his slowly evolving smile was all me.
Niou slowly changed Yagyuu and his room- in the photograph, there are paintings he made for him hanging on the walls.
The flower garden was Yagyuu's remaining link to his house and his father. And possibly, a good-bye to the memory of his mother.
"They loaded their things into a small car a week after they graduated from high school, taking only what they needed. Yagyuu's garden had withered and died when a heat wave smothered the city. He climbed into the passenger seat and took one long last look at the house that was never a home. There would be no note waiting for his father when he came home from work. The engine started. Niou peeled away down the deserted street as the fallen leaves danced down the road. Flower petals blew across the surface of Yagyuu's glasses as the wind, sun, and Niou's ringing laughter spirited them away without a trace."
The closing paragraph, the first paragraph I wrote for this story. Possibly the most romanticized paragraph of this fic, my favourite part. The theme of escape is something present in probably every one of my fics so far- whether by death or outright leaving- it is a concept that I think about constantly.
I had a great time writing this. It's taken months for the comments to appear, I'm sorry for that. I hope you enjoyed it thoroughly, and I thank everyone of my readers for giving it a try. And a huge thanks to those who reviewed- whether fanfictioners or here on livejournal. Feel free to comment, criticize, friend or email me.