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I would like to dedicate these next four ficlets to the wonderful writers here in the world of fanfiction. Those who have written such amazing stories for everyone to read... You are the ones who have inspired me to write and gave me the strength to become a better writer. Much thanks. And please continue writing!
Enjoy!
Set 02: Ευχαριστω (Thank You)
By Sweet Obsidian Rain
05: Ringing Bells : Perfect Pair
They say that you’re supposed to hear the chiming of church bells when you meet your significant other.
When I had first met him, the first thing I heard was the sound of bells. True, it was not church bells I had heard, but instead the school bell. However, I knew that when I first saw him, I was attracted. No, it was not ‘love at first sight’, as many people might have put it. What I had felt, I was sure, was mere physical attraction, fascination, and curiosity.
Tezuka Kunimitsu.
He was beautiful, the image of an angel who had lost his wings. A clichéd metaphor, but it was the only thing I could use to describe him. I could have used ‘god’, but… it didn’t suit him. It just didn’t.
I was fascinated by this boy who exceeded many of the set expectations people had for him. His passion and firm beliefs moved me even more. His quiet, unmoving, poker face personality poked at my curiosity. I wanted to know what was beneath that cold, yet charismatic façade of his.
During our first year, we were merely teammates. Semi-friends, you could say. I wanted to know more about him, but something held me back. As if a part of me knew that it wasn’t the right time. It wasn’t the emotion called ‘love’ yet. The attraction was still there, but overall, I was only curious.
“Where is the real you?”
He had asked. I didn’t know how to answer. The real me? I had thought. I don’t know.
It was during our second year of junior high did we have classes together. I didn’t even notice how close we had gotten until Eiji mentioned it to me one day.
“Unya! Fujiko, you and Tezuka have been spending a lot of time together! You’re not going to leave me, are you?”
It was said as a joke, but I could sense his insecurity of losing his best friend. I shook my head, and assured him that we would always be best friends. I wasn’t that worried though, because Eiji had Oishi to watch over him.
For sometime, I was contented to be part of Tezuka’s tight circle of friends. For me, it was enough to watch him from afar, help him whenever he needed my aid, and spending time with him as friends. Just friends.
I became obsessed with Tezuka halfway through out second year. The more I got to know him, the more I fell for him. Yes, it was then that I realized that I was in love. I started bringing my camera with me everywhere, and took thousands and thousands of pictures of my angel. No one knew of my obsession. At least I didn’t think anyone knew.
But I had a hunch that Nee-san did. Whenever I mentioned Tezuka, or whenever the two of us planned a study session together, Nee-san would always have a knowing smile on her face. I wasn’t surprised, and I wasn’t worried. Nee-san always understood.
So I was contented. But I wasn’t happy.
I wasn’t happy until that fateful day in the school library.
“Are you sure you can get it, Fuji?”
We were studying in the school library, working on a class project. I was up on a ladder, looking for the book we needed.
“Ahh, I see the book… Let me-!” I lost my footing while climbing up the ladder. Falling - it was pretty fast - and I didn’t even realize that I was falling until I felt a pair of warm, strong arms catch me. My eyes were opened, and I stared into the face of Tezuka Kunimitsu. He was even more beautiful up close. My hands itched for my camera.
I hadn’t expected Tezuka to lean in though; hadn’t expected him to kiss me. But when I felt those warm lips upon my own, I was lost. Lost in the sweet moment of my first kiss. I didn’t notice what was going on, I could only feel Tezuka holding me, and the bubbly feeling in me. I was happy; this was the real me. The ‘me’ that only Tezuka would be able to see.
Somewhere off in the distance, I was sure I could hear the faint sound of church bells ringing.
And I silently thanked the person who was ringing the bells.
Owari
06: Obsessed Lover : Royal Pair
The Monkey King, Ryoma was sure, was obsessed.
Oh, everyone knew that Atobe Keigo was obsessed with himself; his ego was bigger than the world itself.
But it made Ryoma wonder why he would be obsessed with that… that… stupid thing! The Monkey King would always appear at his house, school or whatever with that damned black, shiny limousine of his, petting it and whispering sweet nothings to it.
It was not alive, for goodness sake! But he treated it as if it was more important than Ryoma was, and Ryoma was his boyfriend. It wasn’t fair.
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“I’m off, Okaa-san!”
The door slammed, and a certain dark-haired boy ran out of the house gates. Momo had called last night to inform him that he could not give Ryoma a ride to school this morning. The boy sighed as he continued to walk to school.
The sound of a car, or rather, a familiar limo, came from behind the boy, making him walk faster. He wasn’t in the mood to deal with the Monkey King and his beloved limousine.
“Ryoma.”
He walked faster.
“Oi! Brat!”
The limo sped up to follow his pace, but boy wonder walked on, ignoring Atobe.
“Echizen Ryoma!” The diva had enough of being ignored though, and the limo stopped a few steps in front of the boy. The door opened and Atobe stepped out in all his glory. The older boy turned to face his bratty boyfriendwith his arms crossed, and demanded, “Why are you ignoring me?”
“Che. Move, Monkey King.” He tugged at his hat.
“Get in the limo.”
“No.”
Atobe raised a brow and observed the boy quietly. Ryoma was a moody brat, but he wasn’t normally this moody. Sighing, the gray haired boy asked, “What is it now?”
“Nothing.”
“I don’t believe you.” Atobe narrowed his eyes.
“Just leave me alone, Keigo. I don’t want to ride in that ugly thing,” Ryoma snarled, annoyed.
“She is n-” The diva stopped, furrowing his brows. Suddenly realization dawns to him as to why his boyfriend had been so bratty lately whenever his limo was mentioned. He leaned in. “Jealous of a vehicle, Ryoma-chan?”
The boy scowled. “Why would I be jealous?”
“Oh, I don’t know… Maybe it’s because,” Atobe paused and glanced down at Ryoma.
“Because?”
The boy wonder gave a sudden yelp when Atobe unexpectedly pulled him into the limo. “Let go Monkey King!”
“You’re jealous because I haven’t been paying enough attention to you,” Atobe deadpanned.
Ryoma scoffed, “As if- Mmmm…” The struggling stopped, and all the frustration seeped out of the boy as he melted into the hot kiss. And somehow, what was supposed to be a peaceful walk to school turned into a heated make-out session in a limousine.
Atobe was about to unzip Ryoma’s pants when the boy suddenly pulled away. “Wha?”
The brat smirked at the obvious bulge in Atobe’s pants. “Mada mada dane, Monkey King. I need to go to school.” Ryoma briefly rearranged his uniform and gave himself a check over before opening the door, and stepping out.
Leaving Atobe with a slight problem.
Snickering, Ryoma gave a nonchalant wave, and walked off, entering the school gates. The King of Hyoutei rolled down the windows, fuming, and shouted after his boyfriend. “Oi! Be grateful that Ore-sama gave you a ride to school!”
All he got back was another half-hearted wave, and a smirk. “Mada mada dane.”
Owari
07: Protector : Dirty Pair
“You’re a disgrace!” A man in his forties roared, abruptly pushing a redhead away from him. The man’s eyes were filled with rage, and disgust. “I don’t have a son like you!”
“’Tou-san, please…” The redhead begged. “Please… I love Yuushi.”
“Love? You call this…! This… messing around ‘love’?!” The man brought his hand back, preparing to get a good blow at the boy kneeling in front of him. “Look at you! What kind of person did I raise my son to become? Not this!”
“’Tou-san…”
“Shut up! You’re not my son!”
“You’re not my son!”
A sound of a mirror breaking. The picture of a perfect family ruined, the happiness of a child’s broken. Bitter tears dripped down Gakuto’s face as he opened his eyes to meet his father’s furious gaze, not afraid to take the blow that his father was sending down right at that moment.
He had expected the slap, or punch, or whatever the man was going to deliver.
Slap.
But the blow never reached him. Gakuto was suddenly aware of the person hovering in front of him, holding him close, and protecting him. Instead, the slap that had clearly been meant for him was taken by Oshitari Yuushi instead.
“Stop, Mukahi-san.”
The man glared, hard, at the blue haired boy in front of him. “Move! You have no right to interfere. It was you who started this mess to begin with!”
But Oshitari stood his ground, and glared back. “No matter how much you say he is not your son, he still has your blood in his veins. He is your son, and you cannot deny the truth. Please open your eyes, Mukahi-san.”
The man only glared, shaking with anger.
“You were the one that had taught him to be who he is. You cannot blame Gakuto for being true to himself.”
“Shut up! That’s..!”
“Don’t deny it. How can you call yourself a father? What kind of man are you?”
“I SAID SHUT UP!” The man screamed, throwing his head back, closing his eyes to let out tears of regret. Slowly he sank to the ground, trembling. “Why? Why is my son such a…”
Gakuto watched his father with wide eyes, and his gripe on Oshitari tightened. Turning away, he buried his face in the boy’s shirt. “Y-Yuushi…”
“Shhh… It’s over now, love. I’m here, and I won’t leave you.” The tensai rocked the boy in his arms gently, ignoring the man and his family, who were watching them.
‘Thank you for being here, Yuushi. I love you.’
Owari
08: Get Well Card : (Implied) Smiling/Pretty Pair (This is more like friendship…)
Ne, get well, Yuki-kun. That way we can meet at the Nationals.
Fuji Syusuke
Yukimura smiled faintly to himself, amused, at the ‘get well’ card that Fuji, the tensai of Seigaku, had sent him.
“I don’t get why that Fuji Syusuke would send a card to ‘Mura-buchou. And after we lost to them too.”
“Akaya!” Sanada glared. Losing at the Kanto Tournament to Seigaku was still a sore spot of Rikkai Dai. Or at least it still was to Sanada. The others, instead, were training, confident that they would come out victor at the Nationals. (Not that Sanada wasn’t training, but the others didn’t view their defeat as badly as their fukubuchou did.)
“Maa… Genichirou, it’s fine. We did lose, after all… But we will make a come back.” Yukimura’s smile widened.
All the Rikkai Regulars sweatdropped, “As expected of Yukimura…”
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“The weather looks great today,” the blue-haired boy commented to himself, finally alone. His team had left, off to another around of intense tennis practice.
Deciding to go out for a walk, Yukimura quickly grabbed a thin jacket and wrapped it around his shoulders before exiting his room. He pushed open the door to a staircase that led up to the rooftop of the hospital. Climbing up, Yukimura’s thoughts brought him back to the card he had received earlier today.
It was sweet of the tensai to send the card. It had been a while since they had talked. Not many people knew, but ever since Fuji had found out that Yukimura was in the same hospital as Tachibana was, the honey-haired tensai had visited quite frequently. The captain of Rikkai suspected that it was curiosity that had led Fuji into meeting him.
“May I help you?” Yukimura asked politely, seeing a honey-haired boy looking around, as if he was looking for someone.
The boy turned around, a cheerful smile on his face. “As a matter of fact, yes, Yukimura-san.”
“Eh?” The blue haired boy looked at him in surprise. “You know who I am?”
“Of course! Everyone knows who Yukimura Seiichi, the captain of Rikkai Dai, is.”
Yukimura raised a brow. “And you are?”
“Ahh. Sorry, forgot to introduce myself. Fuji Syusuke of Seigaku, pleased to make your acquaintance.”
Yukimura nodded, remembering the team that their second year ace was talking about. “Likewise.”
Reaching the top of the stairs, Yukimura reached out to push open the door to the rooftop. The boy blinked in surprise at the figure standing at the fence surrounding the edge of the place. “Fuji-kun…”
Fuji turned around, and beamed. “Ahh. Yuki-kun, I see your teammates visited you today…”
“They did,” Yukimura walked up to stand next to the shorter boy. “I got you card, by the way. Really like the smiling cacti cartoon on it.”
“That’s good. I was worried that you wouldn’t like it…”
Yukimura shook his head. “I like it very much, Fuji-kun. Thank you.”
Fuji hummed quietly to himself, and looked out at the landscape below him. “Just get well.”
Owari
My god, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. After finishing the Royal drabble, my writing got all sloppy. I read over my Dirty Pair one, and it didn’t really make sense to me. I was like, “What was I doing?” xD Oh well. If you don’t get it, you’re insane, like me. And if you do get it… You’re crazy. xD (Not meant to be taken seriously.)
Anyways, the next four drabbles with be: OshitariAtobe, NiouYagyuu, Golden Pair, and… A secret surprise. xD
Review, ne? (Oh, and happy belated Thanksgiving, everyone!)
First Unrevised Version 11.22.07
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