(FIC) Days Gone for meganezilla By kirayukari
Author: kirayukari
For: meganezilla
Title: Days Gone
Characters: Atobe Keigo & Kabaji Munehiro/ Tezuka Kunimitsu & Oishi Shuichiro
Rating: PG ?
Summary: Two sets of friends and their final day at middle school.
Warnings: Maybe a bit corny but other than that .... none.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me but to Konomai Takeshi.
A/N: I enjoyed writing these two friendships. Hope you like it meganezilla!
Atobe sighed as he set his pencil down after filling in the last blank with what he knew was the right answer. Nationals were over. Finals were over. This school year was practically over and it left him a little unsatisfied. He rested his head in the palm of his hand as memories of the past year came flooding back to him. It was supposed to be a glorious year, where Hyoutei’s tennis team would excel just as they had before. This year the lineup of regulars fluctuated as it had in the past but it was acceptable to say the least. There was a fair chance they could come out on top if they put enough effort into it. In the beginning they had been cocky and refrained from using their top players. As a result they had been defeated early in the regionals and barely made it into the Kanto tournament. Well, they had placed 3rd out of the 4 teams eligible to enter but still it was not acceptable. In the Kanto tournament Hyoutei had the opportunity to face Seigaku in the very first round. Defeating Seigaku had become one of Atobe’s favorite hobbies in years past, unfortunately, this year was different. They struggled for a tie until the very end when Seigaku’s rookie had defeated their trump with ease. Atobe curled his lip in distaste as his fist visibly clenched tighter on his desk. Being defeated in the first round of the Kanto tournament was not what Atobe had anticipated but it was what he had been dealt. His mind began to wander to the matches held in the mountains in the week before the championship…. Suddenly an obnoxious noise rang in his ears. Having lost track of the time, he rose with a slight shake of his head. He turned in his paper and headed for a spot he visited most days at about this time.
***
“Pass in your tests, everyone, time is up.”
Oishi slumped back in his chair with a relived sigh. His arms dangling over his desk as he reviewed how he had answered each question in his head wondering if he had chosen correctly or not. He felt like a nervous wreck. The ending weeks of the semester were always so hectic and he usually found himself being easily overwhelmed. Sitting up in his desk once more Oishi glanced over at his long time friend.
“How do you think you did, Tezuka?” Oishi already knew the answer. It wasn’t hard to guess, really. Tezuka was and always had been an incredibly hard worker when it came to just about anything.
Without looking at his friend, Tezuka replied, “I’m confident in my answers.” His eyes shifted before he turned his head, his glasses falling a little further down on his nose. “ How did you do Oishi?”
“I wish I had your confidence, Tezuka.” Oishi peered through the smudgy glass which separated himself from the cool breeze outside. He could see it tickling the trees. Suddenly, an idea sparked in Oishi’s mind. “Tezuka meet me after school.” What was supposed to be a question came out as a statement, and a smile lit up Oishi’s face.
Tezuka was a little taken aback by his friend’s sudden command but he agreed with a nod of his head and a soft “Awh.”
Oishi proceeded to grab his bag that had nestled itself between the legs of his desk. Right on time the school bell sounded throughout the building and Oishi was practically out the door beaming with delight. “See you at the tennis clubhouse, Tezuka.”
***
“Here we are …” Atobe paused and looked back at his bulky companion, “nah, Kabaji?”
“Osu…”
The street courts were completely abandoned today, as Atobe had expected since Nationals had ended not a week earlier. Atobe walked onto the court where he had defeated numerous players while teamed up with Kabaji. He latched his fingers behind his head and tilted his chin up to let the cool breeze blow through his hair.
“Oi, Kabaji…” something indescribable appeared on Atobe’s face. His mouth hung open in a gape. It had only happened to him a few times but he was at a loss at what to say. Atobe wanted to say something meaningful something memories were made of. It was important. After all this was the end of one part of his life and the beginning of another. If there was one thing that was a constant in his life it was Kabaji. He was thankful for that. He was blessed to have one person stick by him no matter what. Kabaji had always been there right by his side. He’d expected as much, of course, but Kabaji’s loyalty was commendable to say the least.
Atobe didn’t realize how long he had been standing like that facing his friend with no words coming out of his dropped jaw. He felt a wave of embarrassment come over him. Shoving his hands in his pockets he turned toward the net as his confidence crept back.
“Kabaji … will you play a game with me?”
Kabaji’s posture straightened. He seemed perturbed, and his head tilted slighty to the side before he spouted an, “Osu.”
This wasn’t a match to see who was the best or who had improved more over the years. It was a friendly match. One of those games that reminded Atobe why he began playing tennis in the first place. Kabaji’s serves and returns had more “oomph” to them than ever before and Atobe’s stamina had increased substantially.
With a grunt Kabaji nailed the lob that had been aimed at the baseline. The ball whizzed so close to the net on the return it looked as if a sudden wind had picked up. As the smash headed for the right corner Atobe made no effort to return it. With a quick thud the ball hit inside the corner and a few more hollow sounds followed.
“That’s enough, Kabaji,. I’m exhausted.” Atobe made his way to the bleachers where they had placed their bags. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. He had played harder than expected but it had been fun. Kabaji stood a few feet away rummaging through his tennis bag. Atobe ran a hand through his bangs as he leaned back keeping himself steady with one arm. Another cool breeze swept through the air.
“Kabaji, to-” Atobe paused. Kabaji stood in front of him a soft cloth in his outstretched hand. Atobe accepted the offer with a smile.
“Thank you, Kabaji.”
***
As promised Tezuka waited for Oishi at the tennis club house after school. They hadn’t declared a time so Oishi wasn’t necessarily late but Tezuka had already been there for several mintues. Staring at the empty tennis courts was the only thing he could do while waiting. He remembered so many times, good and bad, spent on those courts. A soft smile spread across Tezuka’s face. He was going to miss these courts and he wasn’t sure exactly how much.
“Oi, Tezuka!!” Oishi waved as he approached at a fast pace.
“There you are Oishi.” Tezuka stated as he stood from his leaning position.
“I’m sorry Tezuka… I didn’t… mean to keep you waiting.” Oishi was still trying to catch his breath.
“It wasn’t a problem Oishi. What‘s this about?” Tezuka was still curious what had gotten into Oishi for him to to make such a sudden request.
“I thought we could retrace our footsteps, Tezuka” Oishi said with a smile and a small hint of laughter which filled his words.
“What do you mean?” The statement didn’t make any sense to Tezuka.
“I remember I was standing over there…” Oishi pointed to a spot near the fence around surrounding the tennis courts, “when you told Yamato-buchou you were quitting the tennis team.” Oishi couldn’t help but laugh. “And then he made you run laps anyway, saying you hadn’t handed in your resignation yet!”
A soft chuckle emitted from Tezuka. “I remember …” Tezuka paused to point at the far left court. “It was that court where you first played Kikumaru.” A faint blush spread across Oishi’s face before he began to laugh. “and if my memory doesn’t fail me…” Tezuka continued. “It was where you had your first argument too.” Oishi burst out laughing this time and it was hard for Tezuka to hold in his laughter after that.
They spent the whole afternoon like that, recalling memories long gone but still fresh enough to discuss as if they had occurred yesterday.
For: meganezilla
Title: Days Gone
Characters: Atobe Keigo & Kabaji Munehiro/ Tezuka Kunimitsu & Oishi Shuichiro
Rating: PG ?
Summary: Two sets of friends and their final day at middle school.
Warnings: Maybe a bit corny but other than that .... none.
Disclaimer: Characters do not belong to me but to Konomai Takeshi.
A/N: I enjoyed writing these two friendships. Hope you like it meganezilla!
Atobe sighed as he set his pencil down after filling in the last blank with what he knew was the right answer. Nationals were over. Finals were over. This school year was practically over and it left him a little unsatisfied. He rested his head in the palm of his hand as memories of the past year came flooding back to him. It was supposed to be a glorious year, where Hyoutei’s tennis team would excel just as they had before. This year the lineup of regulars fluctuated as it had in the past but it was acceptable to say the least. There was a fair chance they could come out on top if they put enough effort into it. In the beginning they had been cocky and refrained from using their top players. As a result they had been defeated early in the regionals and barely made it into the Kanto tournament. Well, they had placed 3rd out of the 4 teams eligible to enter but still it was not acceptable. In the Kanto tournament Hyoutei had the opportunity to face Seigaku in the very first round. Defeating Seigaku had become one of Atobe’s favorite hobbies in years past, unfortunately, this year was different. They struggled for a tie until the very end when Seigaku’s rookie had defeated their trump with ease. Atobe curled his lip in distaste as his fist visibly clenched tighter on his desk. Being defeated in the first round of the Kanto tournament was not what Atobe had anticipated but it was what he had been dealt. His mind began to wander to the matches held in the mountains in the week before the championship…. Suddenly an obnoxious noise rang in his ears. Having lost track of the time, he rose with a slight shake of his head. He turned in his paper and headed for a spot he visited most days at about this time.
***
“Pass in your tests, everyone, time is up.”
Oishi slumped back in his chair with a relived sigh. His arms dangling over his desk as he reviewed how he had answered each question in his head wondering if he had chosen correctly or not. He felt like a nervous wreck. The ending weeks of the semester were always so hectic and he usually found himself being easily overwhelmed. Sitting up in his desk once more Oishi glanced over at his long time friend.
“How do you think you did, Tezuka?” Oishi already knew the answer. It wasn’t hard to guess, really. Tezuka was and always had been an incredibly hard worker when it came to just about anything.
Without looking at his friend, Tezuka replied, “I’m confident in my answers.” His eyes shifted before he turned his head, his glasses falling a little further down on his nose. “ How did you do Oishi?”
“I wish I had your confidence, Tezuka.” Oishi peered through the smudgy glass which separated himself from the cool breeze outside. He could see it tickling the trees. Suddenly, an idea sparked in Oishi’s mind. “Tezuka meet me after school.” What was supposed to be a question came out as a statement, and a smile lit up Oishi’s face.
Tezuka was a little taken aback by his friend’s sudden command but he agreed with a nod of his head and a soft “Awh.”
Oishi proceeded to grab his bag that had nestled itself between the legs of his desk. Right on time the school bell sounded throughout the building and Oishi was practically out the door beaming with delight. “See you at the tennis clubhouse, Tezuka.”
***
“Here we are …” Atobe paused and looked back at his bulky companion, “nah, Kabaji?”
“Osu…”
The street courts were completely abandoned today, as Atobe had expected since Nationals had ended not a week earlier. Atobe walked onto the court where he had defeated numerous players while teamed up with Kabaji. He latched his fingers behind his head and tilted his chin up to let the cool breeze blow through his hair.
“Oi, Kabaji…” something indescribable appeared on Atobe’s face. His mouth hung open in a gape. It had only happened to him a few times but he was at a loss at what to say. Atobe wanted to say something meaningful something memories were made of. It was important. After all this was the end of one part of his life and the beginning of another. If there was one thing that was a constant in his life it was Kabaji. He was thankful for that. He was blessed to have one person stick by him no matter what. Kabaji had always been there right by his side. He’d expected as much, of course, but Kabaji’s loyalty was commendable to say the least.
Atobe didn’t realize how long he had been standing like that facing his friend with no words coming out of his dropped jaw. He felt a wave of embarrassment come over him. Shoving his hands in his pockets he turned toward the net as his confidence crept back.
“Kabaji … will you play a game with me?”
Kabaji’s posture straightened. He seemed perturbed, and his head tilted slighty to the side before he spouted an, “Osu.”
This wasn’t a match to see who was the best or who had improved more over the years. It was a friendly match. One of those games that reminded Atobe why he began playing tennis in the first place. Kabaji’s serves and returns had more “oomph” to them than ever before and Atobe’s stamina had increased substantially.
With a grunt Kabaji nailed the lob that had been aimed at the baseline. The ball whizzed so close to the net on the return it looked as if a sudden wind had picked up. As the smash headed for the right corner Atobe made no effort to return it. With a quick thud the ball hit inside the corner and a few more hollow sounds followed.
“That’s enough, Kabaji,. I’m exhausted.” Atobe made his way to the bleachers where they had placed their bags. Sweat trickled down his forehead as he tried to catch his breath. He had played harder than expected but it had been fun. Kabaji stood a few feet away rummaging through his tennis bag. Atobe ran a hand through his bangs as he leaned back keeping himself steady with one arm. Another cool breeze swept through the air.
“Kabaji, to-” Atobe paused. Kabaji stood in front of him a soft cloth in his outstretched hand. Atobe accepted the offer with a smile.
“Thank you, Kabaji.”
***
As promised Tezuka waited for Oishi at the tennis club house after school. They hadn’t declared a time so Oishi wasn’t necessarily late but Tezuka had already been there for several mintues. Staring at the empty tennis courts was the only thing he could do while waiting. He remembered so many times, good and bad, spent on those courts. A soft smile spread across Tezuka’s face. He was going to miss these courts and he wasn’t sure exactly how much.
“Oi, Tezuka!!” Oishi waved as he approached at a fast pace.
“There you are Oishi.” Tezuka stated as he stood from his leaning position.
“I’m sorry Tezuka… I didn’t… mean to keep you waiting.” Oishi was still trying to catch his breath.
“It wasn’t a problem Oishi. What‘s this about?” Tezuka was still curious what had gotten into Oishi for him to to make such a sudden request.
“I thought we could retrace our footsteps, Tezuka” Oishi said with a smile and a small hint of laughter which filled his words.
“What do you mean?” The statement didn’t make any sense to Tezuka.
“I remember I was standing over there…” Oishi pointed to a spot near the fence around surrounding the tennis courts, “when you told Yamato-buchou you were quitting the tennis team.” Oishi couldn’t help but laugh. “And then he made you run laps anyway, saying you hadn’t handed in your resignation yet!”
A soft chuckle emitted from Tezuka. “I remember …” Tezuka paused to point at the far left court. “It was that court where you first played Kikumaru.” A faint blush spread across Oishi’s face before he began to laugh. “and if my memory doesn’t fail me…” Tezuka continued. “It was where you had your first argument too.” Oishi burst out laughing this time and it was hard for Tezuka to hold in his laughter after that.
They spent the whole afternoon like that, recalling memories long gone but still fresh enough to discuss as if they had occurred yesterday.