[FIC] Love Letter
Title: Love Letter
By: nikki hiiragizawa
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis RPS
Pairing: Minami Keisuke x Sakurada Doori
Rating: PG
Genre: drama, romance
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
Notes: Inspired by Doori’s April 1 entry.
Dedication: For mienai_hoshi, whether she likes it or not :P. Ad for kat8cha, who is the only person who can keep up with my crack :P.
Sakurada Doori doesn’t write often, but when he does, he pours his soul into it.
He has his own shares of love letters. There are days when he has to dig through envelopes that smell like strawberries in order to get his indoor shoes. He does what every popular male in his school does: read each letter and remember who wrote it. If he doesn’t like it, he throws it away discreetly, in order to not offend the sender. Some of his friends make scrapbooks of their love letters but Doori does not believe that it is important to keep those things.
After all, why would you keep a memory of someone you have rejected?
He shifts the balance on his feet as he peers around the corner, making sure his hiding place is secure. He watches a group of actors -- some of which are his friends, some he barely knows -- enter the sitting room. One of them spies the sky blue envelope on the coffee table and reads the label.
“Oi, Kei-chan!” the readers says, and Doori cringes at the name. He turns his head a little, taking care not to be caught, and sees Minami Keisuke take the letter from his co-actor’s hands, laughing at a joke one of them -- probably Takiguchi Yukihiro -- has cleverly cracked.
Doori holds a hand over his heart, ignoring a passerby who is eyeing him curiously. He steadies his breathing and closes his eyes before peering out again from behind the potted plant. He could hear his own heartbeat thumping in his chest. He wonders if Minami feels the same.
“Who is it from?” A co-star, Nakayama Masei, wants to know. “Is it from a fan?”
Minami does not answer and everyone in the room becomes curious. They are disappointed as Minami folds the letter and slides it back to its envelope. Doori, however, sighs with relief.
He watches as Minami pushes the letter into one of his pockets. Somehow, there is a glimmer of hope.
Maybe he will come.
*
Doori doesn’t love easily, but when he does, he gives his heart away.
He is not innocent in terms of love confessions: he has had two or three each year since junior high. He, then, has never been interested in forming a relationship. He thinks girls of his age are a bit extreme, if not dramatic. He has grown used to politely telling the girl that he is not interested or he likes someone else. After comforting the girl for a while, he will leave without looking back. Tomorrow, they will probably still stay as friends.
He never apologizes. He doesn’t find anything wrong with rejecting someone’s feelings. Isn’t accepting her feelings without being sincere something one should apologize more about? He believes that apologizing would mean that there is a chance for him to be interested in the girl, and he does not want to nurture her hope.
Doori believes he’d rather hurt someone than lie about his feelings and regret it deeply.
There is a light drizzle but Doori doesn’t notice, his feet slowly pushing his body that sits on a swing. His hands are almost glued to the swing chains -- he has been waiting for about an hour.
What if he doesn’t show up?
There is a slight slush of puddles and sound of running feet. Doori stands up to face the one who has come.
“Doori.”
“Kei-chan...”
Hands clenching and unclenchingg at his sides, Doori takes a deep breath and spills his heart out. He wants to cry for feeling so naked in front of the man he likes. He does not leave anything out, baring all of his emotions to Minami, who listened carefully. When he finished, he looks at Minami in the eye, waiting for his answer.
“Thank you, Doori,” Minami says, his hands seemingly wanting to reach out to him. He keeps them at his sides. “But...you -- you are too young. Our ages are too far apart”
Doori is surprised -- not because of what Minami says but what Minami does not say. He says something about their ages, but he leaves out the fact that they are both male. Still, Doori is being rejected, and he feels his heart being torn apart.
Why does it hurt so much?
“I’m sorry,” Minami mutters and Doori nods. “One day, you will find someone else that you like, alright?”
Doori bows his head and nods once more. He sees Minami raise his hand but stops midway. Muttering something about Doori catching a cold, Minami bids him goodbye and starts walking away.
Somehow, Doori understands why the girls he rejected before cried incessantly. It is this painful. Blinking back tears, he looks at Minami’s retreating back and hopes that tomorrow, they will still be friends.
Suddenly, Minami turns on his heels and walks back to him, much to Doori’s surprise. A warm feeling in his heart suddenly lives, its flames bursting forth once more.
Don’t give me hope.
“You’ll get cold out here!” Minami scolds him. When Doori does not say a word, he takes off his jacket and places it around Doori’s shoulders. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”
Doori feels himself being pulled upward by warm hands. He smells the perfume Minami always wears surrounding him. He sees Minami sigh and pat his head.
Inside him, there is a little light of hope starting to flicker.
“I’m not going to let you go easily,” Doori tells Minami as they start walking.
Minami only gives him a smile and wraps the coat snugly on his shoulders.
Well, Doori thinks, It’s a start.
Sakurada Doori rarely becomes enthusiastic about something, but when he does, he bets his life on it.
.end.
By: nikki hiiragizawa
Fandom: The Musical Prince of Tennis RPS
Pairing: Minami Keisuke x Sakurada Doori
Rating: PG
Genre: drama, romance
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
Notes: Inspired by Doori’s April 1 entry.
Dedication: For mienai_hoshi, whether she likes it or not :P. Ad for kat8cha, who is the only person who can keep up with my crack :P.
Sakurada Doori doesn’t write often, but when he does, he pours his soul into it.
He has his own shares of love letters. There are days when he has to dig through envelopes that smell like strawberries in order to get his indoor shoes. He does what every popular male in his school does: read each letter and remember who wrote it. If he doesn’t like it, he throws it away discreetly, in order to not offend the sender. Some of his friends make scrapbooks of their love letters but Doori does not believe that it is important to keep those things.
After all, why would you keep a memory of someone you have rejected?
He shifts the balance on his feet as he peers around the corner, making sure his hiding place is secure. He watches a group of actors -- some of which are his friends, some he barely knows -- enter the sitting room. One of them spies the sky blue envelope on the coffee table and reads the label.
“Oi, Kei-chan!” the readers says, and Doori cringes at the name. He turns his head a little, taking care not to be caught, and sees Minami Keisuke take the letter from his co-actor’s hands, laughing at a joke one of them -- probably Takiguchi Yukihiro -- has cleverly cracked.
Doori holds a hand over his heart, ignoring a passerby who is eyeing him curiously. He steadies his breathing and closes his eyes before peering out again from behind the potted plant. He could hear his own heartbeat thumping in his chest. He wonders if Minami feels the same.
“Who is it from?” A co-star, Nakayama Masei, wants to know. “Is it from a fan?”
Minami does not answer and everyone in the room becomes curious. They are disappointed as Minami folds the letter and slides it back to its envelope. Doori, however, sighs with relief.
He watches as Minami pushes the letter into one of his pockets. Somehow, there is a glimmer of hope.
Maybe he will come.
*
Doori doesn’t love easily, but when he does, he gives his heart away.
He is not innocent in terms of love confessions: he has had two or three each year since junior high. He, then, has never been interested in forming a relationship. He thinks girls of his age are a bit extreme, if not dramatic. He has grown used to politely telling the girl that he is not interested or he likes someone else. After comforting the girl for a while, he will leave without looking back. Tomorrow, they will probably still stay as friends.
He never apologizes. He doesn’t find anything wrong with rejecting someone’s feelings. Isn’t accepting her feelings without being sincere something one should apologize more about? He believes that apologizing would mean that there is a chance for him to be interested in the girl, and he does not want to nurture her hope.
Doori believes he’d rather hurt someone than lie about his feelings and regret it deeply.
There is a light drizzle but Doori doesn’t notice, his feet slowly pushing his body that sits on a swing. His hands are almost glued to the swing chains -- he has been waiting for about an hour.
What if he doesn’t show up?
There is a slight slush of puddles and sound of running feet. Doori stands up to face the one who has come.
“Doori.”
“Kei-chan...”
Hands clenching and unclenchingg at his sides, Doori takes a deep breath and spills his heart out. He wants to cry for feeling so naked in front of the man he likes. He does not leave anything out, baring all of his emotions to Minami, who listened carefully. When he finished, he looks at Minami in the eye, waiting for his answer.
“Thank you, Doori,” Minami says, his hands seemingly wanting to reach out to him. He keeps them at his sides. “But...you -- you are too young. Our ages are too far apart”
Doori is surprised -- not because of what Minami says but what Minami does not say. He says something about their ages, but he leaves out the fact that they are both male. Still, Doori is being rejected, and he feels his heart being torn apart.
Why does it hurt so much?
“I’m sorry,” Minami mutters and Doori nods. “One day, you will find someone else that you like, alright?”
Doori bows his head and nods once more. He sees Minami raise his hand but stops midway. Muttering something about Doori catching a cold, Minami bids him goodbye and starts walking away.
Somehow, Doori understands why the girls he rejected before cried incessantly. It is this painful. Blinking back tears, he looks at Minami’s retreating back and hopes that tomorrow, they will still be friends.
Suddenly, Minami turns on his heels and walks back to him, much to Doori’s surprise. A warm feeling in his heart suddenly lives, its flames bursting forth once more.
Don’t give me hope.
“You’ll get cold out here!” Minami scolds him. When Doori does not say a word, he takes off his jacket and places it around Doori’s shoulders. “Come on, I’ll take you home.”
Doori feels himself being pulled upward by warm hands. He smells the perfume Minami always wears surrounding him. He sees Minami sigh and pat his head.
Inside him, there is a little light of hope starting to flicker.
“I’m not going to let you go easily,” Doori tells Minami as they start walking.
Minami only gives him a smile and wraps the coat snugly on his shoulders.
Well, Doori thinks, It’s a start.
Sakurada Doori rarely becomes enthusiastic about something, but when he does, he bets his life on it.
.end.