Tonight I can write the saddest lines... [Tennis no Oujisama, TezukaxSaeki, #s04 & 26]
Title: Tonight I can write the saddest lines...
Author: yumeyana
Fandom: Tennis no Oujisama
Pairing: Tezuka Kunimitsu x Saeki Kojiroh (and a surprise one)
Theme: #s 04, our distance and that person and 26, if only I could make you mine
Genre: Drama, Mild Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: The rain fell down in buckets but he didn't care. He continued to walk alone on the street, the wind whispering... "Tonight I can write the saddest lines..." Part II, chapter 6 to my 30_kisses saga.
Previous Chapters:
::prologue::
Part I: ::01:: ::02:: ::03::
Part II: ::04:: ::05::
Author’s Notes: The final installment for part II of the saga, this time we look into Tezuka’s feelings. I wrote this while Suzumura Kenichi’s Yakusoku and Tanaka Rie’s Ningyo Hime were playing in my ear. Tezuka might be OOC but this is due to the emotions I want him to feel. I hope you like it.
Dedication: To Maria-chan for advising me to listen to songs to get my muses back. ♥
Disclaimers: Tennis no Oujisama and all its characters belong to the unpredictable Konomi-sensei. The poem included at the end of the chapter belongs to Pablo Neruda. Only the plot is mine.
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Part II
Chapter Six: Tonight I can write the saddest lines…
Thunder crackled from afar, signaling the upcoming rain. The lightning brought light to the otherwise dark skies. Normally, a person’s instinct to rush for shelter in moments such as the one that was happening. Yet, these weren’t normal circumstances. He wasn’t in normal circumstances at all.
“I think I like Sanada.”
“Not just like-like. But deeper than that.”
He never knew his world - or rather, his heart - could shatter in just a few words.
Tezuka looked up at the sky, the now falling rain cascading down his cheeks. He just stood there, eyes closed. Let the rain soak him, he thought. Perhaps in soaking in the cold rain, it can wash away all the pain he was feeling.
If only it could…
He lowered his head, eyes slowly opening.
But he knew it wouldn’t.
“I think I like Sanada.”
“Not just like-like. But deeper than that.”
He saw it, the way Saeki seemed to be different when it came to Sanada. The silver haired was a different person when he talked to Sanada, could go on for hours talking about Sanada. The way those sapphire orbs would sparkle at the sight of the capped fukubuchou, his smile curving a little more than usual.
Even before Saeki admitted having feelings for Sanada, he knew about them already.
And yet albeit armed with this knowledge, he couldn’t stop his heart from shattering, couldn’t stop himself from aching all over. Even with preparation for the moment Saeki would discover it and admit it, he knew he would still be walking home alone instead of riding the car with Syusuke.
“I think I like Sanada.”
“Not just like-like. But deeper than that.”
He wanted to assure Saeki, tell him not to worry. Sanada felt the same.
Ironic wasn’t it? It was him, Tezuka Kunimitsu, who saw that beyond the glow whenever Sanada spoke of Yukimura, there was another kind of glow that emanated from him whenever he looked at Saeki’. Both parties couldn’t see it, but he could.
He suddenly felt so far from Saeki. An unreachable distance between them suddenly present, and the person between them was Sanada.
Couldn’t he have told Saeki that Sanada felt the same, so as to ease the burden in his heart? That was how love worked, right? To wish the one you love all the happiness, even if it was not to be with you?
The rain had stopped. Yet there were still tears kissed his cheeks as if the rain had yet to end.
He wanted to tell Saeki, truth be told. He wanted to soothe the worries of the one he loved. But he couldn’t open his mouth, make his lips work and produce the sound needed for the words to come across. For he knew that the moment he did, the words that would come out would not be the words he needed to say.
If only…
If only I told you before how deeply I felt,
… then I wouldn’t be wondering what might’ve been.
… then I wouldn’t be watching from the bleachers, my heart breaking every second.
… then I wouldn’t be thinking the saddest set of words that I could think of,
‘If only I could make you mine’.
Cold and unforgiving wind rushed around him but he didn’t mind the shiver it brought. He could hear the wind reciting lines from a poem he knew. A poem he loved. A poem that now reflected his feelings.
“Tonight, I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, “the night is shattered and the blue stars shiver from the distance.”
The night wind revolves and sings,
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.”
-end of part II-
Author: yumeyana
Fandom: Tennis no Oujisama
Pairing: Tezuka Kunimitsu x Saeki Kojiroh (and a surprise one)
Theme: #s 04, our distance and that person and 26, if only I could make you mine
Genre: Drama, Mild Angst
Rating: PG
Summary: The rain fell down in buckets but he didn't care. He continued to walk alone on the street, the wind whispering... "Tonight I can write the saddest lines..." Part II, chapter 6 to my 30_kisses saga.
Previous Chapters:
::prologue::
Part I: ::01:: ::02:: ::03::
Part II: ::04:: ::05::
Author’s Notes: The final installment for part II of the saga, this time we look into Tezuka’s feelings. I wrote this while Suzumura Kenichi’s Yakusoku and Tanaka Rie’s Ningyo Hime were playing in my ear. Tezuka might be OOC but this is due to the emotions I want him to feel. I hope you like it.
Dedication: To Maria-chan for advising me to listen to songs to get my muses back. ♥
Disclaimers: Tennis no Oujisama and all its characters belong to the unpredictable Konomi-sensei. The poem included at the end of the chapter belongs to Pablo Neruda. Only the plot is mine.
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Part II
Chapter Six: Tonight I can write the saddest lines…
Thunder crackled from afar, signaling the upcoming rain. The lightning brought light to the otherwise dark skies. Normally, a person’s instinct to rush for shelter in moments such as the one that was happening. Yet, these weren’t normal circumstances. He wasn’t in normal circumstances at all.
“I think I like Sanada.”
“Not just like-like. But deeper than that.”
He never knew his world - or rather, his heart - could shatter in just a few words.
Tezuka looked up at the sky, the now falling rain cascading down his cheeks. He just stood there, eyes closed. Let the rain soak him, he thought. Perhaps in soaking in the cold rain, it can wash away all the pain he was feeling.
If only it could…
He lowered his head, eyes slowly opening.
But he knew it wouldn’t.
“I think I like Sanada.”
“Not just like-like. But deeper than that.”
He saw it, the way Saeki seemed to be different when it came to Sanada. The silver haired was a different person when he talked to Sanada, could go on for hours talking about Sanada. The way those sapphire orbs would sparkle at the sight of the capped fukubuchou, his smile curving a little more than usual.
Even before Saeki admitted having feelings for Sanada, he knew about them already.
And yet albeit armed with this knowledge, he couldn’t stop his heart from shattering, couldn’t stop himself from aching all over. Even with preparation for the moment Saeki would discover it and admit it, he knew he would still be walking home alone instead of riding the car with Syusuke.
“I think I like Sanada.”
“Not just like-like. But deeper than that.”
He wanted to assure Saeki, tell him not to worry. Sanada felt the same.
Ironic wasn’t it? It was him, Tezuka Kunimitsu, who saw that beyond the glow whenever Sanada spoke of Yukimura, there was another kind of glow that emanated from him whenever he looked at Saeki’. Both parties couldn’t see it, but he could.
He suddenly felt so far from Saeki. An unreachable distance between them suddenly present, and the person between them was Sanada.
Couldn’t he have told Saeki that Sanada felt the same, so as to ease the burden in his heart? That was how love worked, right? To wish the one you love all the happiness, even if it was not to be with you?
The rain had stopped. Yet there were still tears kissed his cheeks as if the rain had yet to end.
He wanted to tell Saeki, truth be told. He wanted to soothe the worries of the one he loved. But he couldn’t open his mouth, make his lips work and produce the sound needed for the words to come across. For he knew that the moment he did, the words that would come out would not be the words he needed to say.
If only…
If only I told you before how deeply I felt,
… then I wouldn’t be wondering what might’ve been.
… then I wouldn’t be watching from the bleachers, my heart breaking every second.
… then I wouldn’t be thinking the saddest set of words that I could think of,
‘If only I could make you mine’.
Cold and unforgiving wind rushed around him but he didn’t mind the shiver it brought. He could hear the wind reciting lines from a poem he knew. A poem he loved. A poem that now reflected his feelings.
“Tonight, I can write the saddest lines.
Write, for example, “the night is shattered and the blue stars shiver from the distance.”
The night wind revolves and sings,
Tonight I can write the saddest lines.”
-end of part II-