FIC: Greatest Glory [TezuRyo, PG]
Disclaimer: Don’t own Prince of Tennis!
Title: Greatest Glory
Summary: (Based on the song Arigato and sequel to On The Top of The World) I want to thank you for everything because without you… I will be nothing.
Pairing: Ryoma x Tezuka
Rating: PG
Author’s Note: This is a story about a small yet imperative part of human’s notable achievements. The idea for this piece appeared on my mind when I was listening to Arigato, a very beautiful song performed the best Tenipuri seiyuu duo. This fic is also the sequel of On The Top of the World.
Archive: Yahoo Group and LiveJournal.
Words: 1144 words
Beta work by Amee Reyes
“TALK” THOUGHT FLASHBACK
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“Raise your chin up, fix your eyes on mine, and then have me in your arms. In an instant, this surging feeling is unbearable. Because of your mere presence…”
** Echizen’s POV **
It was raining heavily outside as I put my palm against my room’s cold window. The rain drops had been pounding the thick glass mercilessly for hours, as if trying to reach me, who was on the other side of the barrier, soaking me thoroughly, insisting to numb my senses and clouding my thought. I looked down from the umpteenth floor to the busy street of Manhattan. I wouldn’t deny that I was restless; I was thinking about something a lot recently. Reminiscing the past at the very beginning of the change my life had endured, slowly but surely, shifting to a new inevitable destiny with Tezuka Kunimitsu as one of its irreplaceable gears.
Tezuka Kunimitsu.
My esteemed ex-captain.
My worst downfall.
My greatest glory.
My Kunimitsu.
I admitted fully, tennis is my greatest passion ever since I walked my first step and spoke my first word. But Tezuka Kunimitsu…
He is my prevailing strength.
It seemed like yesterday I said the word “You, Kuni-chan”, smirking with all the satisfaction upon his shock-stricken face.
“Time will pass faster than a blink of eye if you’re with someone you need and love.”
I didn’t even bother to question why Kaasan’s words more than a decade ago when I asked her what could make a dedicated woman like her stay with my father for years if not decades, ringing soundly in my mind.
Since now I understand it very well, Kaasan.
I could do well and have no worries because every time I was hearing his voice, drowning out the crowd or feeling his presence, filling my encasement, I wouldn’t remain unaffectedly lax. There’d always be something that struck ferociously within me, demanding to bring out everything of me, even if the outcome of future was uncertain.
I was too lost in my thought and didn’t realize another presence in the room until a pair of strong arms wrapped my waist protectively and placed my back pressing against a broad chest. I inhaled a familiar scent that I knew very well for I longed it in almost of my every wake.
“You’ve come back?” I said rather deeper than usual.
“Hn…” was the only reply as I felt something wet placed itself on the back my throat then trailed the smooth curve there. He buried his face in the crook of my neck, sighing.
“Tired?”
“Kind of. The press conference for the upcoming tournament was… too much.”
I, predictably, scoffed, “Mada mada dane. Of course it was. It has to be something spectacular looking at who is going to participate this year.” My voice dripped with sarcasm.
Even over the years I never reached higher than his jaw, and truth to be told, it galled me at the worst of days. He rested his chin on the top of my head, and I could picture his stoic expression with the same blazing hazel eyes whenever something is occupying his mind greatly.
“You do realize most of the press which was there trying to get any news about you from me.”
“Yes. I know. But they shouldn’t have hounded you like that.”
“It’s because you didn’t participate at the Olympic last year.” He continued, “They think you’re going to quit from tennis world… just like your father a long time ago.” The last bit of his answer was added unequivocally.
I sighed as I tilted my head and now it was resting on his shoulder, the same one he was readied to sacrifice long time ago in order to get me to the right path. A path which had brought me into becoming someone who was not just the son of the legendary Samurai Nanjiroh, but a rare player who played his own tennis.
“I told them already that I was just decreasing the tournaments I’m entering in.”
“Getting tired more easily? People tend to get careless when they’re getting older,” His indifferent lecturing tone provoked more than any sayings on my height.
I teased back, “So that means you’re more careless than me, Buchou.”
He sighed in defeat, “Even though you’re now titled Prince of Tennis, you’re still the same old Echizen Ryoma I knew years ago.”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t see that coming.” Amusement laced back along with my arrogance. He always made me to be my true self with no compulsion of keeping up my facade.
We were engulfed within silence again for a moment then I continued, “I guess… I feel bored with all those winnings.” My gaze was distanced, fixing two hardening golden-bronze orbs to the starless sky, “Now, I understand the old man’s feeling.”
The arms around me constricted more, bringing me back to the earth. “You don’t have to be concerned, Mitsu, for I won’t do anything like my good-for-nothing father.”
I assured him, sensing his worry through his tighter-than-normal embrace. As long as you’re by my side, I know I won’t.
“Aa,” he said shortly but expressing his sincerity through the language of his body instead. Calloused fingers made the sensation which I felt stronger and stronger by day reached its climaxed and ran all over my body.
Care, love, warmth, and gratefulness.
And before I could even recall what I was doing, my body went auto-pilot, moving on its own accord. Turning around and kissing him hard. Inevitably, I was losing my sanity when he kissed me back with the same virility. I did not know how and when did we end up in our bed with me lying fully on top of him as our tongues dancing and teasing each other slowly. I could feel his growing arousal pressed against my thighs through the fabric of his pants.
“Ryo… Ryoma,” suddenly, he wrenched away, “Echizen, WAIT!”
I stared down to your almost black eyes. Under the shades of my teasing bangs on temple, they were darkened with lust yet also dotted by sparks of anxiety, “You’re having an important match tomorrow.”
That’s Tezuka for you, I thought knowing him all too well. Even though you are aching with desire, you’re still putting my importance above all. I feel very grateful for having someone who cares about me so much.
“Don’t worry,” Smirking, I pressed a finger to his lips, halting any train of complains which were going to escape that slightly bruised lips any time. “Then I just have to top tonight, ne Mitsu-chan?” I whispered smugly to his ear, and without glancing at his expression, I know his eyes must have widened. And even before he could protest, I claimed his lips once again in a more brutal kiss and silenced all his thought with the reassuring rhythm of our hips.
Arigato.
O.W.A.R.I
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