FIC: Balloon Letters
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Written for: 10_orders || prompt: Fall in love with me.
"Akaya-kun?"
I folded the paper in half, and folded it again. Her footsteps grew louder and I continued to make the single piece of table napkin appear smaller than it should be.
"What do you want?"
I unfastened the black balloon from my wrist, looking at the person beside me.
"What are you doing?"
I chuckled. She had always been stubborn... asking questions that she knew the answer to. I knew that she clouded her knowledge of my feelings to make me feel less hurt, but I knew her too well.
I should applaud her for the effort, though. Even if I knew that she wasn't much of the confrontation type.
I unhooked the pin on my tuxedo, not even bothering to answer her. Within a few seconds, I have attached the napkin to the dark balloon, ready to let it be free from my grasp.
"Why?"
I looked at her, taking in the glorious version of her. It was ethereal and downright beautiful, but in my eyes, I could only see the bitterness and numbness.
It fit me, though. A devil's not fit for an angel, after all.
I opened my palm and let her watch as the dark balloon fly away, carrying the long lost message that she would never hear. Not now, not ever.
"Akaya..." She called me again. I turned.
"Why?" I could see the wetness behind her eyes. I could feel mine, as well.
I smirked, she gasped. The bitter coldness of the wind ensnared us both, and I knew that she was well aware of what I have written... of what I have given up on.
I walked away, whispering the answer that eventually let her tears flow freely.
"It was bullshit, anyway."
The sound of my leather shoes howled with the wind, and I watched the single dot of black fly into the night sky.
-o-
"What's that?"
"Looks like a balloon letter."
"Really? Heh. I didn't know some brat would do this kind of stuff! Get the letter!"
"I'm trying.... Gotcha!"
"What does it say? Some stupid crush?"
"Ne, Ginta. I don't think a child did this."
"Why? Let me see!"
"..."
"Oh."
"Poor guy."
"Let's leave it here. It's creepy."
The rain poured down and the unfolded napkin was left on the road. The ink ran in all directions, blocking the message that marked the end of something that hadn't begun yet.
"Fall in love with me, Sakuno."
end.
Written for: 10_orders || prompt: Fall in love with me.
"Akaya-kun?"
I folded the paper in half, and folded it again. Her footsteps grew louder and I continued to make the single piece of table napkin appear smaller than it should be.
"What do you want?"
I unfastened the black balloon from my wrist, looking at the person beside me.
"What are you doing?"
I chuckled. She had always been stubborn... asking questions that she knew the answer to. I knew that she clouded her knowledge of my feelings to make me feel less hurt, but I knew her too well.
I should applaud her for the effort, though. Even if I knew that she wasn't much of the confrontation type.
I unhooked the pin on my tuxedo, not even bothering to answer her. Within a few seconds, I have attached the napkin to the dark balloon, ready to let it be free from my grasp.
"Why?"
I looked at her, taking in the glorious version of her. It was ethereal and downright beautiful, but in my eyes, I could only see the bitterness and numbness.
It fit me, though. A devil's not fit for an angel, after all.
I opened my palm and let her watch as the dark balloon fly away, carrying the long lost message that she would never hear. Not now, not ever.
"Akaya..." She called me again. I turned.
"Why?" I could see the wetness behind her eyes. I could feel mine, as well.
I smirked, she gasped. The bitter coldness of the wind ensnared us both, and I knew that she was well aware of what I have written... of what I have given up on.
I walked away, whispering the answer that eventually let her tears flow freely.
"It was bullshit, anyway."
The sound of my leather shoes howled with the wind, and I watched the single dot of black fly into the night sky.
-o-
"What's that?"
"Looks like a balloon letter."
"Really? Heh. I didn't know some brat would do this kind of stuff! Get the letter!"
"I'm trying.... Gotcha!"
"What does it say? Some stupid crush?"
"Ne, Ginta. I don't think a child did this."
"Why? Let me see!"
"..."
"Oh."
"Poor guy."
"Let's leave it here. It's creepy."
The rain poured down and the unfolded napkin was left on the road. The ink ran in all directions, blocking the message that marked the end of something that hadn't begun yet.
"Fall in love with me, Sakuno."
end.