RP Log
Who: Tezuka Kunimitsu and Sanada Genichirou
What: Tezuka tells Sanada about what's going on with his arm. And then, some boy-talk.
When: Dated for this Sunday, Dec 11th. In the futureeee
Where: Tezuka's house.
Rating: PG
Comments/crits: Sure :)
Sanada normally looked forward to his visits to Tezuka's house. It was one of the few places he could go and still feel right at home and the boy's grandfather was always fun to talk to. Even more so than his own if only because he didn't make fun of him for his technologically challenged side quite as much. As he approached the gate though his feet and heart felt heavy. Tezuka had bad new and it was about his arm. His heart sank lower the more he thought about it. As he made it to the door he considered not knocking and just going home, but against his will his hand raised and pushed the doorbell. Stupid traitorous body.
Tezuka's mother, a small, ever-smiling woman, greeted Sanada at the door. "Genichirou, please come on in," she immediately hugged the tall boy. When she drew back, she smiled up at him and said, "My, you seem to grow taller every time I see you. Go on up to Kuni-chan's room and I'll bring you boys some snacks."
"Ah, it's nice to see you again," He offered the melon he he had in a little gift bag with a small bow, "Sorry for the intrusion..." He knew he didn't have to, but he was raised to be a polite boy and very traditional so he always stuck to what he knew. With another little bow he started up to Tezuka's room, though it seemed further than normal and he hesitated knocking on the door.
Tezuka's mother thanked Sanada profusely for the fruit and fussed over him some more before he could go up to the room.
"Come in, Genichirou," Tezuka said, recognizing the cadence of the other boy's steps. Tezuka's room was fairly normal: save for the walls being practically lined with bookshelves and the back corner that was clearly dedicated to the care of Marylin the bonsai. Sitting up against the backboard on his bed, Tezuka clutched a book in his right hand. His left was too covered in bandages and ice packs to really be seen.
Walking in, Sanada's eyes took in everything, making sure nothing had changed, before settling on Tezuka himself. He stared at the other's arm and his normal forwn turned into a scowl, "Those German bastards....what did they do to you?" And people said Sanada had anger issues, the fools. He was quite comfortable with his anger and had no issues with it whatsoever.
"Janco Tipsarevic is Serbian," Tezuka corrected him, matter of factly. Sanada knew him well enough to take a seat whenever he'd like, so he didn't bother with the formalities. "And it was my own fault, no one else's," he regarded angry brown eyes with a calm seriousness. It was nice that his friend cared so much, but blame should fall where it was due.
Sanada growled unhappily and sat down on the edge of the bed next to Tezuka to look at his arm the best he could, "You can't play tennis with this arm anymore...." Sanada murmured and then let out a frustrated sigh, "So this is what Keigo was so upset over........" He took off the new hat Atobe had gotten him, to run his hand through his hair, "Damn it, Tezuka....." He didn't want to admit it, but he'd been worried about the other boy and his worry was only growing.
Tezuka nodded, and took a deep breath. This was a hard thing. Not just for himself, but for people like Sanada and Atobe and his team, who were connected to him. "My operation on Friday brought back proper motor function," he offerred, "But playing tennis with it seriously will just make it deteriorate back to the same condition."
"But you're still going to be able to write and such, correct?" Sanada watched him, eyes searching the other's face because he knew Tezuka was like him, they didn't say the things they were thinking often.
"Aa," Tezuka said. "Examinations will be difficult, but the teachers have decided to allow me extra time to write neatly with my right hand. I will not miss any school time and..." he paused for a moment, trying to think of the best way to phrase it. "I will not give up on tennis either. Not while I still have one healthy arm," all Sanada would find in his expression was determination.
It was not likely that he would again reach the level to be competitive with Sanada again, but that didn't mean he couldn't play at all.
Sanada lifted his right hand and held it out as a fist to Tezuka, "You better not. You know Keigo and I will kill you if you do."
Tezuka raised his own right hand to pound it. "I'm well aware. Though, speaking of...Is that a new hat?"
His tone was all amusement.
Sanada's eyes widened a little then his face turned a light shade of red, "A-ah....." He looked down at his new hat and the corner of his lip turned up a little, "My other hat was destroyed from that damn training....."
That reaction was certainly telling.
"I see," Tezuka said neutrally, not to embarrass Sanada, yet. It was odd to see a good friend mooning over another good friend, but not in a bad way. He kept a smile from twitching to life. "Good things can come out of unfortunate events."
"Ah....occasionally...." Sanada's fingers played over the bill of the hat for a moment before he realized what he was doing and cleared his throat, "Let's hope that is the case for your arm as well."
"...Aa." Tezuka raised his brows as if to say really. Sanada could not possibly think he was that stupid.
"Are you to be settling your revenge score soon?"
Sanada had to believe something good would come out of the whole fiasco with Tezuka's arm, if it didn't.....he shook himself mentally and nodded a little, "Ah....we're going to go on a date....." There was a beat and looking at anything in the room beside Tezuka or the bonsai, lest Tezuka think he planned to hurt the beloved mini tree, Sanada murmured, "Have you...........ever been on a date....?"
Tezuka had enough faith in himself to believe that he could come out of this stronger than ever, though perhaps not strong in the same respect that he was. However, having had the last three weeks to think about his arm, he felt beyond ready to move onto a new topic.
Even if it was....dating. He couldn't really picture Atobe and Sanada going on the types of dates he saw advertised during Christmas and in cheesy movies. And truly, Sanada's temper was the last thing on Tezuka's mind. His friend knew better than to harm the books, or his precious Marylin.
"..." Had he ever been on a date? Plenty of girls confessed feelings for him, but he never reciprocated. Ah, yes. "I bring Marylin to the park across the street sometimes," he said seriously.
"Hn..." Sanada ran a hand through his hair and sighed, he was going to mess this up so badly, "You neither then.....I don't know who else to ask.....Yukimura hasn't and I can't exactly ask Keigo....." Though the other knew he'd never been on a date before so it would be okay, wouldn't it?
Tezuka thought about it for a moment.
"Why not play tennis?"
"On a date...?" Sanada blinked, was that an option? "Aren't you supposed to get dressed up on a date and do....date things?"
"Very specific," Tezuka said dryly. "But really, will it not be awkward if you two put on such airs to just spend time together?"
"Ah....well....either way..he's planning it......" Sanada knew better than to get between Atobe and planning. He didn't exactly have a good track record with that type of thing.
"Aa," Tezuka nodded, understanding immediately. It wouldn't surprise him if they ended up doing something completely over the top. Idly, he recalled the party Atobe threw last year that had completely taken flight. "Then I suppose you must prepare for anything and everything."
"Ah......" Sanada figured in this case it was perfectly acceptable to be somewhat scared of what was to come.
Tezuka had great sympathy for Sanada, who clearly had a Herculean task awaiting him in the near future. Atobe was a good man, but he did not understand moderation by any means.
Taking pity on his friend, he changed the subject, "Have you heard from your brother recently?"
"My brother?" Sanada wondered what had brought that up but just nodded a little, "Ah....it seems like he'll be taking over the dojo pretty soon, Father is about ready to retire..."
Shifting a bit, Tezuka made room for Sanada to share the pillows by the headboard with him. "Aa. You will probably have to help him quite a bit," the change over between generations could be very difficult without assistance.
"Ah, I will...if he lets me......he's quite stubborn..." Sanada sighed and shifted to lean back against the headboard next to Tezuka.
"You're quite stubborn yourself," Tezuka pointed out, fighting to keep his eyes open. The painkiller provided by the hospital made him feel so sluggish.
"Hn....I suppose I can be..." Sanada put an arm around the other man's shoulders and pulled him against his side, "Sleep, Kunimitsu..." He murmured, knowing the other was being affected by the drugs. He wasn't a stranger to them afterall.
Tezuka let himself be pulled down to the shoulder of his childhood friend. "I can stay awake..." he murmured, for naught, as those were the last words he said before falling asleep. Sanada was warm, and he couldn't get the image of Atobe and Sanada playing tennis on top of a helicopter out of his head, so it followed him into sleep.
Sanada just let his friend sleep for a while, but before long he found himself drifting off too, blissfully unaware of what Tezuka was thinking about and dreaming about. His head lolled to the side to rest against Tezuka's fluffy hair, hat sitting on his lap.
A few moments later, Tezuka's mother quietly entered her son's bedroom with a tray of tea. The scene made her smile. Before she retreated, she turned off the lights so the boys could have a nice nap and went downstairs. She could keep it warm for them to have later.
What: Tezuka tells Sanada about what's going on with his arm. And then, some boy-talk.
When: Dated for this Sunday, Dec 11th. In the futureeee
Where: Tezuka's house.
Rating: PG
Comments/crits: Sure :)
Sanada normally looked forward to his visits to Tezuka's house. It was one of the few places he could go and still feel right at home and the boy's grandfather was always fun to talk to. Even more so than his own if only because he didn't make fun of him for his technologically challenged side quite as much. As he approached the gate though his feet and heart felt heavy. Tezuka had bad new and it was about his arm. His heart sank lower the more he thought about it. As he made it to the door he considered not knocking and just going home, but against his will his hand raised and pushed the doorbell. Stupid traitorous body.
Tezuka's mother, a small, ever-smiling woman, greeted Sanada at the door. "Genichirou, please come on in," she immediately hugged the tall boy. When she drew back, she smiled up at him and said, "My, you seem to grow taller every time I see you. Go on up to Kuni-chan's room and I'll bring you boys some snacks."
"Ah, it's nice to see you again," He offered the melon he he had in a little gift bag with a small bow, "Sorry for the intrusion..." He knew he didn't have to, but he was raised to be a polite boy and very traditional so he always stuck to what he knew. With another little bow he started up to Tezuka's room, though it seemed further than normal and he hesitated knocking on the door.
Tezuka's mother thanked Sanada profusely for the fruit and fussed over him some more before he could go up to the room.
"Come in, Genichirou," Tezuka said, recognizing the cadence of the other boy's steps. Tezuka's room was fairly normal: save for the walls being practically lined with bookshelves and the back corner that was clearly dedicated to the care of Marylin the bonsai. Sitting up against the backboard on his bed, Tezuka clutched a book in his right hand. His left was too covered in bandages and ice packs to really be seen.
Walking in, Sanada's eyes took in everything, making sure nothing had changed, before settling on Tezuka himself. He stared at the other's arm and his normal forwn turned into a scowl, "Those German bastards....what did they do to you?" And people said Sanada had anger issues, the fools. He was quite comfortable with his anger and had no issues with it whatsoever.
"Janco Tipsarevic is Serbian," Tezuka corrected him, matter of factly. Sanada knew him well enough to take a seat whenever he'd like, so he didn't bother with the formalities. "And it was my own fault, no one else's," he regarded angry brown eyes with a calm seriousness. It was nice that his friend cared so much, but blame should fall where it was due.
Sanada growled unhappily and sat down on the edge of the bed next to Tezuka to look at his arm the best he could, "You can't play tennis with this arm anymore...." Sanada murmured and then let out a frustrated sigh, "So this is what Keigo was so upset over........" He took off the new hat Atobe had gotten him, to run his hand through his hair, "Damn it, Tezuka....." He didn't want to admit it, but he'd been worried about the other boy and his worry was only growing.
Tezuka nodded, and took a deep breath. This was a hard thing. Not just for himself, but for people like Sanada and Atobe and his team, who were connected to him. "My operation on Friday brought back proper motor function," he offerred, "But playing tennis with it seriously will just make it deteriorate back to the same condition."
"But you're still going to be able to write and such, correct?" Sanada watched him, eyes searching the other's face because he knew Tezuka was like him, they didn't say the things they were thinking often.
"Aa," Tezuka said. "Examinations will be difficult, but the teachers have decided to allow me extra time to write neatly with my right hand. I will not miss any school time and..." he paused for a moment, trying to think of the best way to phrase it. "I will not give up on tennis either. Not while I still have one healthy arm," all Sanada would find in his expression was determination.
It was not likely that he would again reach the level to be competitive with Sanada again, but that didn't mean he couldn't play at all.
Sanada lifted his right hand and held it out as a fist to Tezuka, "You better not. You know Keigo and I will kill you if you do."
Tezuka raised his own right hand to pound it. "I'm well aware. Though, speaking of...Is that a new hat?"
His tone was all amusement.
Sanada's eyes widened a little then his face turned a light shade of red, "A-ah....." He looked down at his new hat and the corner of his lip turned up a little, "My other hat was destroyed from that damn training....."
That reaction was certainly telling.
"I see," Tezuka said neutrally, not to embarrass Sanada, yet. It was odd to see a good friend mooning over another good friend, but not in a bad way. He kept a smile from twitching to life. "Good things can come out of unfortunate events."
"Ah....occasionally...." Sanada's fingers played over the bill of the hat for a moment before he realized what he was doing and cleared his throat, "Let's hope that is the case for your arm as well."
"...Aa." Tezuka raised his brows as if to say really. Sanada could not possibly think he was that stupid.
"Are you to be settling your revenge score soon?"
Sanada had to believe something good would come out of the whole fiasco with Tezuka's arm, if it didn't.....he shook himself mentally and nodded a little, "Ah....we're going to go on a date....." There was a beat and looking at anything in the room beside Tezuka or the bonsai, lest Tezuka think he planned to hurt the beloved mini tree, Sanada murmured, "Have you...........ever been on a date....?"
Tezuka had enough faith in himself to believe that he could come out of this stronger than ever, though perhaps not strong in the same respect that he was. However, having had the last three weeks to think about his arm, he felt beyond ready to move onto a new topic.
Even if it was....dating. He couldn't really picture Atobe and Sanada going on the types of dates he saw advertised during Christmas and in cheesy movies. And truly, Sanada's temper was the last thing on Tezuka's mind. His friend knew better than to harm the books, or his precious Marylin.
"..." Had he ever been on a date? Plenty of girls confessed feelings for him, but he never reciprocated. Ah, yes. "I bring Marylin to the park across the street sometimes," he said seriously.
"Hn..." Sanada ran a hand through his hair and sighed, he was going to mess this up so badly, "You neither then.....I don't know who else to ask.....Yukimura hasn't and I can't exactly ask Keigo....." Though the other knew he'd never been on a date before so it would be okay, wouldn't it?
Tezuka thought about it for a moment.
"Why not play tennis?"
"On a date...?" Sanada blinked, was that an option? "Aren't you supposed to get dressed up on a date and do....date things?"
"Very specific," Tezuka said dryly. "But really, will it not be awkward if you two put on such airs to just spend time together?"
"Ah....well....either way..he's planning it......" Sanada knew better than to get between Atobe and planning. He didn't exactly have a good track record with that type of thing.
"Aa," Tezuka nodded, understanding immediately. It wouldn't surprise him if they ended up doing something completely over the top. Idly, he recalled the party Atobe threw last year that had completely taken flight. "Then I suppose you must prepare for anything and everything."
"Ah......" Sanada figured in this case it was perfectly acceptable to be somewhat scared of what was to come.
Tezuka had great sympathy for Sanada, who clearly had a Herculean task awaiting him in the near future. Atobe was a good man, but he did not understand moderation by any means.
Taking pity on his friend, he changed the subject, "Have you heard from your brother recently?"
"My brother?" Sanada wondered what had brought that up but just nodded a little, "Ah....it seems like he'll be taking over the dojo pretty soon, Father is about ready to retire..."
Shifting a bit, Tezuka made room for Sanada to share the pillows by the headboard with him. "Aa. You will probably have to help him quite a bit," the change over between generations could be very difficult without assistance.
"Ah, I will...if he lets me......he's quite stubborn..." Sanada sighed and shifted to lean back against the headboard next to Tezuka.
"You're quite stubborn yourself," Tezuka pointed out, fighting to keep his eyes open. The painkiller provided by the hospital made him feel so sluggish.
"Hn....I suppose I can be..." Sanada put an arm around the other man's shoulders and pulled him against his side, "Sleep, Kunimitsu..." He murmured, knowing the other was being affected by the drugs. He wasn't a stranger to them afterall.
Tezuka let himself be pulled down to the shoulder of his childhood friend. "I can stay awake..." he murmured, for naught, as those were the last words he said before falling asleep. Sanada was warm, and he couldn't get the image of Atobe and Sanada playing tennis on top of a helicopter out of his head, so it followed him into sleep.
Sanada just let his friend sleep for a while, but before long he found himself drifting off too, blissfully unaware of what Tezuka was thinking about and dreaming about. His head lolled to the side to rest against Tezuka's fluffy hair, hat sitting on his lap.
A few moments later, Tezuka's mother quietly entered her son's bedroom with a tray of tea. The scene made her smile. Before she retreated, she turned off the lights so the boys could have a nice nap and went downstairs. She could keep it warm for them to have later.