Fuji had been socializing when the explosion took place. Thankfully, he wasn't standing near the window. But he couldn't find Ryoma in the chaotic mess of the aftermath.
Once he was out of the burning mansion, a new wave of panic and guilt washed over him as his kouhai was nowhere in sight. Why did he lose Ryoma? Why was he so careless? He couldn't stay calm like he did on the tennis courts. People died in explosions, that much he comprehended.
Ryoma never came out of the mansion. Fuji waited and waited, but there was no sign of the green-haired boy with his arrogant cockiness. Then suddenly an idea struck him - it probably wouldn't work, but everything was worth a try now - and he anxiously flipped open his journal, hand slightly trembling as he wrote down the words.
Thank goodness. Ryoma had replied - but he was in pain. That much Fuji could tell from the bloody stains and shaky handwriting. He was at a fountain not too far away from the mansion.
He hadn't noticed his pace increasing as he neared the fountain - at least, he fervently prayed he was near. And there Ryoma was.
Ooh, I want some drama, so excuse the post. XDponta_princeJune 2 2008, 14:49:41 UTC
"Fuji-senpai?" Ryoma mumbled when he heard a few leaves rustling. It had been a few minutes after he made a reply to his senpai in the journals telling him about his location. He was relieved, finally his senpai was here... when some kind of rodent shot out of the bush.
"Che." He said under his breath. He must've been more delusional from his injuries than he thought... Or maybe he was just too eager to see his senpai again. He slumped even further from where his back was rested on the fountain- the cool cement was a bit relaxing.... He closed his eyes to let the sensation seep in.
Maybe he was just imagining that Fuji would suddenly appear from one of those bushes, coming to save him... Like a prince... his prince--
Shit.
Ryoma raised his good hand to comb his hair, stopping when it was above his head, pulling his bangs away from his face.
Just what on earth was he talking about just then?... He must be going crazy from the injury.
'I must be, since I think I just heard Fuji-senpai call me...' he thought, opening his eyes to look at the direction where he 'heard' the voice. 'I really am delusional...' he thought once more when he saw a blurry image approach him.
"Fuji-senpai..." He whispered before he closed his eyes again.
Ryoma had never appeared so feeble in his life. As Fuji hastily ran to his kouhai, he saw that the boy was slick with sweat and his limbs were stained with blood. "Fuji-senpai..." Ryoma called out weakly, before his eyelids fluttered closed.
Echizen hadn't been so fragile, not even when he faced the toughest opponents on the tennis courts.
"You need help." Fuji said firmly, ignoring the perspiration dripping into his eyes. Hurriedly he fished out a few bandages he received from the medical post outside the mansion (which he hadn't used - what did those cuts matter, anyway?), and tied them over the wounds. That should prevent excessive loss of blood for now.
Then he scooped Ryoma into his arms and set off to find the clinic.
*giggles* Thrill!... And who cares if I used the same icon for the whole log? XDponta_princeJune 2 2008, 15:48:08 UTC
Warmth...
It was different from the cold cement of the fountain. What was it?
The fire from the mansion? Was he being burned? No, that can't be it.
Anyway...Where was Fuji? He was supposed to save him!
Then he heard it again- Fuji-senpai's voice. Ryoma was sure it was him, or was he really? It could've been his mind playing tricks on him for the second time. After all, the place was a bit hidden from view, even with the fountain. It would be hard to find a (small) boy like him half-sitting, half-lying on the ground behind the fountain.
Then he felt something tighten around his body, but he couldn't quite tell if it was really true because of the pain that never left. What was happening? Was he being covered by something? Buried? Hit?
Now he felt like he was being raised. He was being carried in someone's arms. Finally! Someone came to rescue him? Who was that person?
He weakly tried to open his eyes. A brunette with piercing blue eyes that seemed scared and strong at the same time. Fuji-senpai! Was it really him?
Yes, it was him.
He wasn't being delusional! Fuji did come for him. "Mada mada da ne..." He mumbled to his savior. No, savior wasn't fitting. What word would be more fit to describe him?
A smile broke out on Fuji's face. There, that was more like the old Ryoma. He was going to be fin- "...my prince..."
It wasn't exaggeration to say that Fuji nearly dropped Ryoma then. Echizen was dazed. He was probably hallucinating due to loss of blood. He couldn't just have said - but a part of Fuji wanted to believe he did. Ooh, Ryoma was going to wake up regretting he ever let those words escape his lips.
Fuji didn't take too long to find the clinic. The red cross hadn't been affected by the flames that consumed nearly everything else. "We're at the clinic. It's going to be okay, ...princess."
Once he was out of the burning mansion, a new wave of panic and guilt washed over him as his kouhai was nowhere in sight. Why did he lose Ryoma? Why was he so careless? He couldn't stay calm like he did on the tennis courts. People died in explosions, that much he comprehended.
Ryoma never came out of the mansion. Fuji waited and waited, but there was no sign of the green-haired boy with his arrogant cockiness. Then suddenly an idea struck him - it probably wouldn't work, but everything was worth a try now - and he anxiously flipped open his journal, hand slightly trembling as he wrote down the words.
Thank goodness. Ryoma had replied - but he was in pain. That much Fuji could tell from the bloody stains and shaky handwriting. He was at a fountain not too far away from the mansion.
He hadn't noticed his pace increasing as he neared the fountain - at least, he fervently prayed he was near. And there Ryoma was.
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"Che." He said under his breath. He must've been more delusional from his injuries than he thought... Or maybe he was just too eager to see his senpai again. He slumped even further from where his back was rested on the fountain- the cool cement was a bit relaxing.... He closed his eyes to let the sensation seep in.
Maybe he was just imagining that Fuji would suddenly appear from one of those bushes, coming to save him... Like a prince... his prince--
Shit.
Ryoma raised his good hand to comb his hair, stopping when it was above his head, pulling his bangs away from his face.
Just what on earth was he talking about just then?... He must be going crazy from the injury.
'I must be, since I think I just heard Fuji-senpai call me...' he thought, opening his eyes to look at the direction where he 'heard' the voice. 'I really am delusional...' he thought once more when he saw a blurry image approach him.
"Fuji-senpai..." He whispered before he closed his eyes again.
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Echizen hadn't been so fragile, not even when he faced the toughest opponents on the tennis courts.
"You need help." Fuji said firmly, ignoring the perspiration dripping into his eyes. Hurriedly he fished out a few bandages he received from the medical post outside the mansion (which he hadn't used - what did those cuts matter, anyway?), and tied them over the wounds. That should prevent excessive loss of blood for now.
Then he scooped Ryoma into his arms and set off to find the clinic.
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It was different from the cold cement of the fountain. What was it?
The fire from the mansion? Was he being burned? No, that can't be it.
Anyway...Where was Fuji? He was supposed to save him!
Then he heard it again- Fuji-senpai's voice. Ryoma was sure it was him, or was he really? It could've been his mind playing tricks on him for the second time. After all, the place was a bit hidden from view, even with the fountain. It would be hard to find a (small) boy like him half-sitting, half-lying on the ground behind the fountain.
Then he felt something tighten around his body, but he couldn't quite tell if it was really true because of the pain that never left. What was happening? Was he being covered by something? Buried? Hit?
Now he felt like he was being raised. He was being carried in someone's arms. Finally! Someone came to rescue him? Who was that person?
He weakly tried to open his eyes. A brunette with piercing blue eyes that seemed scared and strong at the same time. Fuji-senpai! Was it really him?
Yes, it was him.
He wasn't being delusional! Fuji did come for him. "Mada mada da ne..." He mumbled to his savior. No, savior wasn't fitting. What word would be more fit to describe him?
Ah, that's right!
"...my prince..."
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It wasn't exaggeration to say that Fuji nearly dropped Ryoma then. Echizen was dazed. He was probably hallucinating due to loss of blood. He couldn't just have said - but a part of Fuji wanted to believe he did. Ooh, Ryoma was going to wake up regretting he ever let those words escape his lips.
Fuji didn't take too long to find the clinic. The red cross hadn't been affected by the flames that consumed nearly everything else. "We're at the clinic. It's going to be okay, ...princess."
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