10 Letters: #029--Writer's choice
Title: Keep Talking
Rating: G
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Character: Ibu Shinji/Echizen Ryoma
Author's Notes: 28th letter, from Ryoma to Shinji
Main table can be found here and here.
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Shinji,
I’m not worried about you wanting to kill me. I think that, if you did, I’d know about it by now. Even when writing, you can’t keep your mouth shut.
And my family didn’t kill me either, though I don’t know why they were so…weepy. It’s not like we had been gone forever; just a few months. My aunt acted like she hadn’t seen me since I was in diapers or something. Though my grandfather managed to insult my mother by asking Oyaji when he was going to marry a “proper Japanese girl.” After all this time, he can’t stand that his son married a Nisei.
I…guess you’re right. I don’t want to be forgotten. I don’t want to lose them. For what it’s worth, they’re the best friends I’ve ever had, and even counts the creepy ones like Inui-senpai and Fuji-senpai. Don’t tell them that I called them that.
Yes. A special closet. It has to be able to withstand the force of two hard heads ramming into it at once, you know. Otherwise, they break out and it’s all over.
Heh…I can’t believe Momo-senpai did that. Or…maybe I can. Now that I think about it, he does seem the type. That must’ve been a fun outing for you, though, if they were still fighting over Tachibana-chan.
I saw Tachibana doing that the other day, myself. I didn’t like it. Maybe…he doesn’t want to get the hint, Shinji. If he really likes you, it might be hard for him to accept that you don’t. I’m not even going to answer why he’d want to, because I think you already know. Mada mada dane.
I’m going to see you tomorrow, just you…and I’m…nervous. Or, no, not nervous. Almost like I am before an important match when I know there’s a lot on the line. I think…things are going to change between us Shinji, starting tomorrow, and I don’t know how I feel about that. I know how I feel about you, but not how I feel about that. I wish I knew how you feel about this. I don’t like feeling so confused about this.
Maybe it’ll all sort itself out tomorrow.
--Ryoma
P.S.: For all I make fun of Tezuka-buchou for saying it, I guess there’s nothing wrong with not being careless.
Rating: G
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Character: Ibu Shinji/Echizen Ryoma
Author's Notes: 28th letter, from Ryoma to Shinji
Main table can be found here and here.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Shinji,
I’m not worried about you wanting to kill me. I think that, if you did, I’d know about it by now. Even when writing, you can’t keep your mouth shut.
And my family didn’t kill me either, though I don’t know why they were so…weepy. It’s not like we had been gone forever; just a few months. My aunt acted like she hadn’t seen me since I was in diapers or something. Though my grandfather managed to insult my mother by asking Oyaji when he was going to marry a “proper Japanese girl.” After all this time, he can’t stand that his son married a Nisei.
I…guess you’re right. I don’t want to be forgotten. I don’t want to lose them. For what it’s worth, they’re the best friends I’ve ever had, and even counts the creepy ones like Inui-senpai and Fuji-senpai. Don’t tell them that I called them that.
Yes. A special closet. It has to be able to withstand the force of two hard heads ramming into it at once, you know. Otherwise, they break out and it’s all over.
Heh…I can’t believe Momo-senpai did that. Or…maybe I can. Now that I think about it, he does seem the type. That must’ve been a fun outing for you, though, if they were still fighting over Tachibana-chan.
I saw Tachibana doing that the other day, myself. I didn’t like it. Maybe…he doesn’t want to get the hint, Shinji. If he really likes you, it might be hard for him to accept that you don’t. I’m not even going to answer why he’d want to, because I think you already know. Mada mada dane.
I’m going to see you tomorrow, just you…and I’m…nervous. Or, no, not nervous. Almost like I am before an important match when I know there’s a lot on the line. I think…things are going to change between us Shinji, starting tomorrow, and I don’t know how I feel about that. I know how I feel about you, but not how I feel about that. I wish I knew how you feel about this. I don’t like feeling so confused about this.
Maybe it’ll all sort itself out tomorrow.
--Ryoma
P.S.: For all I make fun of Tezuka-buchou for saying it, I guess there’s nothing wrong with not being careless.