this is more yanagi-centric than sanada/yanagi, but there are undertones!vacivityFebruary 26 2007, 00:13:35 UTC
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The doctors frown and murmur numbers and statistics, and it's Yanagi's first introduction into the world of data, at the age of three. He listens, and doesn't understand at first, but he realizes enough to know that everyone can fit into a group, into numbers. Five in a hundred have that and one in ten poccess this.
And he learns that people can break data, and that it's often troublesome.
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Sometimes, when Yanagi is older and knows people who break his data at every turn, he thinks back to his first experiences with information, and smiles, and adjusts for it, easier than the doctors he remembers. Until it's habit, and he learns to write in progress, potential, and any possibilities he can forsee into his data.
It's worth it when Kirihara flashes a grin across the court, or Niou laughs. They keep him on his toes, when his mind threatens to drown with the weight of everything else.
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In a world of black and white, it wouldn't be so hard; but he doesn't live in a world of black and white, but of color, and that makes things a little more difficult.
When it first becomes apparent that something was wrong, the doctors ran him through test after test; red and blues and yellows and oranges flash before his eyes but none register. No one believes it, and he goes through it again, until they get direct answers from him. That one looks duller grey, this one almost white, the next one almost black.
They send him home, with more appointments scheduled, with different specialists and a new set of doctors. And even though it's only been a week since these tests started, Yanagi has a feeling that there will be more murmurs and frowns and numbers spoken over his head and to his parents, while they pretend he doesn't exist or can't understand.
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Sanada suggests precision shots, target practice, and the others agree; they're all great - better than great; they're the top team in the nation - but it's practice that makes them great and practice that keeps them great. And not all practice can be done in matches.
"How are we going to do this?" Marui asks, looking around at the small group gathered in the locker room, after everyone else had left.
"Seigaku had this method where they painted balls and cones to match each other and everyone had to hit the colored ball to the correct cone," Sanada says, although he glances at Yanagi from the corner of his eyes. And for once Yanagi can't read that look, although he knows Sanada better than most, because his mind is on greater things.
"Che, copying from Seigaku," Kirihara mutters. "Why should we do that?"
"It will improve hand-eye coordination and test your reflexes." It's Yagyuu who speaks up, but Yanagi sees Sanada nod, and there's something in his stomach that sinks.
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It takes months for the doctors to come to a decision, and by that time, Yanagi hates the practice of medicine more than he has ever hated anything; he's not even four: he should be hating green vegetables and the trees that howl in the night, but after months spent in and out of doctors offices and labs and once a hospital room over night, for a simple observation on his eyes and brain, nothing is quite as bad.
They've known since the beginning, Yanagi knows, because he hears them speak. Words like colorblindness and color deficiency and monochromasy and trichromasy and deuteranomaly and so many others, they start to blend together in his mind. They know, but they can't believe it; too rare they say, not possible. And subject him to even more tests, and threaten him when they think he's lying, until his mother gets upset and sweeps him away and his father insists they are done with the doctors.
One doctor holds up two lollipops and tells him he can have the red one. Yanagi stares at him and stares, and refuses both. It's the quickest way to turn a child off candy.
Re: this is more yanagi-centric than sanada/yanagi, but there are undertones!vacivityFebruary 26 2007, 00:13:51 UTC
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"Red, blue, and green," Sanada says, setting each tube of paint down as he speaks, in order, and Yanagi thinks he knows. He's never told anyone, other than his family, and Inui picked up on it; his teammates though, have no idea, or so he thinks. If Rikkai is great, it is because they all strive to be the best, and the best can have no faults. That's, Yanagi thinks, the biggest fault of the team he so loves. He knows it's not true, especially with their captain in the hospital, but knowing and understanding are two very different things. And that is on him.
But if Sanada knows and is not saying anything, and is in fact helping him - understanding might not be so foreign.
Many people, even those on the team but not the Regulars themselves, underestimate Sanada, write him off as Yukimura's lackey and a tempermental bully who does not understand as well as others do. But Yanagi's been friends with him long enough to know the truth and the truth aren't those thoughts.
"How many of each color should we paint?" he asks, reaching for a tennis ball and a paint brush. The paints are bright; if he studies them long enough, he thinks he'll be able to memorize the different tones.
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He learns to work with different tones and shades; has his mother point out blues to him and memorizes that shade, but it's not as easy as he thinks it would be; different colors mimic the same shades, with little difference. It's those differences Yanagi learns to look for, spends a day studying three different shades of red and comparing them to similar shades of blue, and tries to figure them out.
It affects him in other ways too; the poetry his mother reads, the stories she tells; any mentions of colors and he is confused. What's green, he asks at night? Why is a fire red-hot?
The more frustrated he gets, the lack of comprehension with the world around him and the colors that dominate it, the more withdrawn he grows: seeking solace in his own world, where everything is black and white but nothing is, and in the end, it's easiest to keep his eyes closed rather than watch everything around him.
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"Candy, Yanagi-sempai?" Kirihara asks, holding up a fistful of small hard candies. "The red one is really good."
"Akaya's only saying that because he doesn't like cherry," Marui says, and grabs a candy off the palm of Kirihara's hand. "Apple's the best."
Yanagi stares down at the handful of candy Kirihara is offering, then shakes his head. "I'm not a fan," he says. It doesn't matter though, because Kirihara shoves the candies at him and takes off at Marui, yelling.
Next to him, Sanada frowns after the pair. "Marui, stop tormenting Akaya. Akaya, stop running."
Yanagi's concentrating on the candies in his hands, so he doesn't hear the replies of either of his teammates. He's wondering what he should do with them, give them back or eat them, and ignore it if he likes any of the small candies.
Sanada solves the problem though, reaching across and rearranging the candies on his hand. "Grape, lemon, strawberry, blueberry, and watermelon," he tells Yanagi. "Marui grabbed the apple, but it doesn't matter. Watermelon's the best."
Yanagi lines them up carefully, memorizing the order, on the bottom of his locker, and picks them up just as carefully, each one going into a different pocket, so he can remember later.
<3 <3 <3 I love your YanagifsopFebruary 26 2007, 00:22:07 UTC
OH. I sighed out loud like THREE TIMES.
One doctor holds up two lollipops and tells him he can have the red one. Yanagi stares at him and stares, and refuses both. It's the quickest way to turn a child off candy. <- That was just so evil I want to shoot the damn doctor.
the colors that dominate it, the more withdrawn he grows: seeking solace in his own world, where everything is black and white but nothing is <- that is lovely, and the bit before it where his mother reads to him but he gets nothing from it because he can't picture the colours, it binds together so well.
The watermelon one he eats first.
SANADA IS SO SMART AND SWEET IN HIS OWN DORKY FUMBLING WAY. The undertones should become overtones like now.
Yay I'm glad you do! <3 <3 <3vacivityFebruary 26 2007, 00:28:49 UTC
Yay I made you sigh! I shouldn't be glad about that but I was going for a melancholic tone ;)
The doctor was evil. :x But I figure that's how they'd try to force his hand one way or another.
I was looking at this color filter page and it made me realize how many things we see are colored and how that would affect things, but it goes deeper than that. Colors are used to portray a lot literature, for symbolism, and while you might be able to understand the symbolism, not understanding the color and how it connects to something would be frustrating!
The doctors frown and murmur numbers and statistics, and it's Yanagi's first introduction into the world of data, at the age of three. He listens, and doesn't understand at first, but he realizes enough to know that everyone can fit into a group, into numbers. Five in a hundred have that and one in ten poccess this.
And he learns that people can break data, and that it's often troublesome.
-
Sometimes, when Yanagi is older and knows people who break his data at every turn, he thinks back to his first experiences with information, and smiles, and adjusts for it, easier than the doctors he remembers. Until it's habit, and he learns to write in progress, potential, and any possibilities he can forsee into his data.
It's worth it when Kirihara flashes a grin across the court, or Niou laughs. They keep him on his toes, when his mind threatens to drown with the weight of everything else.
-
In a world of black and white, it wouldn't be so hard; but he doesn't live in a world of black and white, but of color, and that makes things a little more difficult.
When it first becomes apparent that something was wrong, the doctors ran him through test after test; red and blues and yellows and oranges flash before his eyes but none register. No one believes it, and he goes through it again, until they get direct answers from him. That one looks duller grey, this one almost white, the next one almost black.
They send him home, with more appointments scheduled, with different specialists and a new set of doctors. And even though it's only been a week since these tests started, Yanagi has a feeling that there will be more murmurs and frowns and numbers spoken over his head and to his parents, while they pretend he doesn't exist or can't understand.
-
Sanada suggests precision shots, target practice, and the others agree; they're all great - better than great; they're the top team in the nation - but it's practice that makes them great and practice that keeps them great. And not all practice can be done in matches.
"How are we going to do this?" Marui asks, looking around at the small group gathered in the locker room, after everyone else had left.
"Seigaku had this method where they painted balls and cones to match each other and everyone had to hit the colored ball to the correct cone," Sanada says, although he glances at Yanagi from the corner of his eyes. And for once Yanagi can't read that look, although he knows Sanada better than most, because his mind is on greater things.
"Che, copying from Seigaku," Kirihara mutters. "Why should we do that?"
"It will improve hand-eye coordination and test your reflexes." It's Yagyuu who speaks up, but Yanagi sees Sanada nod, and there's something in his stomach that sinks.
-
It takes months for the doctors to come to a decision, and by that time, Yanagi hates the practice of medicine more than he has ever hated anything; he's not even four: he should be hating green vegetables and the trees that howl in the night, but after months spent in and out of doctors offices and labs and once a hospital room over night, for a simple observation on his eyes and brain, nothing is quite as bad.
They've known since the beginning, Yanagi knows, because he hears them speak. Words like colorblindness and color deficiency and monochromasy and trichromasy and deuteranomaly and so many others, they start to blend together in his mind. They know, but they can't believe it; too rare they say, not possible. And subject him to even more tests, and threaten him when they think he's lying, until his mother gets upset and sweeps him away and his father insists they are done with the doctors.
One doctor holds up two lollipops and tells him he can have the red one. Yanagi stares at him and stares, and refuses both. It's the quickest way to turn a child off candy.
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"Red, blue, and green," Sanada says, setting each tube of paint down as he speaks, in order, and Yanagi thinks he knows. He's never told anyone, other than his family, and Inui picked up on it; his teammates though, have no idea, or so he thinks. If Rikkai is great, it is because they all strive to be the best, and the best can have no faults. That's, Yanagi thinks, the biggest fault of the team he so loves. He knows it's not true, especially with their captain in the hospital, but knowing and understanding are two very different things. And that is on him.
But if Sanada knows and is not saying anything, and is in fact helping him - understanding might not be so foreign.
Many people, even those on the team but not the Regulars themselves, underestimate Sanada, write him off as Yukimura's lackey and a tempermental bully who does not understand as well as others do. But Yanagi's been friends with him long enough to know the truth and the truth aren't those thoughts.
"How many of each color should we paint?" he asks, reaching for a tennis ball and a paint brush. The paints are bright; if he studies them long enough, he thinks he'll be able to memorize the different tones.
-
He learns to work with different tones and shades; has his mother point out blues to him and memorizes that shade, but it's not as easy as he thinks it would be; different colors mimic the same shades, with little difference. It's those differences Yanagi learns to look for, spends a day studying three different shades of red and comparing them to similar shades of blue, and tries to figure them out.
It affects him in other ways too; the poetry his mother reads, the stories she tells; any mentions of colors and he is confused. What's green, he asks at night? Why is a fire red-hot?
The more frustrated he gets, the lack of comprehension with the world around him and the colors that dominate it, the more withdrawn he grows: seeking solace in his own world, where everything is black and white but nothing is, and in the end, it's easiest to keep his eyes closed rather than watch everything around him.
-
"Candy, Yanagi-sempai?" Kirihara asks, holding up a fistful of small hard candies. "The red one is really good."
"Akaya's only saying that because he doesn't like cherry," Marui says, and grabs a candy off the palm of Kirihara's hand. "Apple's the best."
Yanagi stares down at the handful of candy Kirihara is offering, then shakes his head. "I'm not a fan," he says. It doesn't matter though, because Kirihara shoves the candies at him and takes off at Marui, yelling.
Next to him, Sanada frowns after the pair. "Marui, stop tormenting Akaya. Akaya, stop running."
Yanagi's concentrating on the candies in his hands, so he doesn't hear the replies of either of his teammates. He's wondering what he should do with them, give them back or eat them, and ignore it if he likes any of the small candies.
Sanada solves the problem though, reaching across and rearranging the candies on his hand. "Grape, lemon, strawberry, blueberry, and watermelon," he tells Yanagi. "Marui grabbed the apple, but it doesn't matter. Watermelon's the best."
Yanagi lines them up carefully, memorizing the order, on the bottom of his locker, and picks them up just as carefully, each one going into a different pocket, so he can remember later.
The watermelon one he eats first.
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One doctor holds up two lollipops and tells him he can have the red one. Yanagi stares at him and stares, and refuses both. It's the quickest way to turn a child off candy. <- That was just so evil I want to shoot the damn doctor.
the colors that dominate it, the more withdrawn he grows: seeking solace in his own world, where everything is black and white but nothing is <- that is lovely, and the bit before it where his mother reads to him but he gets nothing from it because he can't picture the colours, it binds together so well.
The watermelon one he eats first.
SANADA IS SO SMART AND SWEET IN HIS OWN DORKY FUMBLING WAY. The undertones should become overtones like now.
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The doctor was evil. :x But I figure that's how they'd try to force his hand one way or another.
I was looking at this color filter page and it made me realize how many things we see are colored and how that would affect things, but it goes deeper than that. Colors are used to portray a lot literature, for symbolism, and while you might be able to understand the symbolism, not understanding the color and how it connects to something would be frustrating!
I had to be kind of nice to Sanada once! ;)
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