10 Letters: #018--Moonlight
Title: Insomnia
Rating: G
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Character: Ibu Shinji/Echizen Ryoma
Author's Notes: 17th letter, from Shinji to Ryoma
Main table can be found here and here.
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Ryoma,
I can’t sleep tonight. I keep trying, but all I can do is stare at the moon. You know, I think the light of the full moon is one of the prettiest things. I mean, I like sunlight, too, I love the sun, but there’s no way you can hide in sunlight. Everything’s a mystery in moonlight.
I guess sleep deprivation makes me poetic. Sorry.
Anyway.
Our morons are going to be morons about it. Akira changes the subject every time I bring up Momoshiro directly, but he’ll ask me about your emails, and, more specifically, ask me what you’re saying about Momoshiro. I’m going to need your help with this, only because I can’t get both of them locked into a closet by myself. I have a hard enough time locking Akira into a closet, and please don’t ask how I know that’s hard to do.
They were worried for no good reason, really. I’m completely and totally better now, really. My ankle is one hundred percent.
You have a type? What is your type? Have you met anyone that’s your type? How do you know what your type is? I’m sure Atobe will be devastated by the fact that he’s not it, but he’ll never know, because I won’t tell him, since telling him would mean having to talk to him, and I try to avoid doing that whenever possible. Every conversation I’ve had with him, he’s started.
I’m not dense at all! I really do have to ask, because people keep telling me that I’m weird and I need to shut up, so how could anyone like that?
Yeah, I kissed someone else. I didn’t go out looking for someone to kiss, but he was there, and we were talking and it kind of just…happened. I already told Hiyoshi that I don’t think I can kiss him anymore, and he’s good with that. He’s a friend now. I like friends.
If I wait until I feel like I have to kiss someone, how will I know what that feels like? I mean, Tachibana-san’s kiss took me by surprise, so I don’t know how I felt before that, and it felt very natural to kiss Hiyoshi when I did, but I don’t think there was an absolute need to do so. I’m really very confused.
You don’t suck at giving advice, really.
…and now I’m thinking about giving Tachibana-san sex. Do you think he wants sex? I mean, I don’t want sex with anyone, so if that’s what he wants, then I really can’t give that to him.
My family? Divorce is what’s happening. My father was having an affair for a few years now. We all knew it, but we were all pretending that nothing was wrong. But he got his mistress pregnant, so he’s divorcing Mom so he can marry her. It’s hard on my sisters, hard on my mother. I think it’s even hard on him, because he really doesn’t want to leave us, but he won’t take us from my mother, either. I’m not sure how I feel about it, though. Numb.
I don’t believe in love, I think.
No, my I.Q. did not go down, thank you very much! Two weeks, hmmm?
Hurry back, please.
I can’t see the moon anymore…maybe I should try to go to bed.
--Shinji
P.S.: I think I can challenge you, and I’ll bet anything but grip tape. That’s not negotiable, Ryoma. And I probably wouldn’t tease you, anyway. I’ve been known to read my sisters’ manga, so I can’t tease, sadly. Wait…a date?
Rating: G
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Character: Ibu Shinji/Echizen Ryoma
Author's Notes: 17th letter, from Shinji to Ryoma
Main table can be found here and here.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ryoma,
I can’t sleep tonight. I keep trying, but all I can do is stare at the moon. You know, I think the light of the full moon is one of the prettiest things. I mean, I like sunlight, too, I love the sun, but there’s no way you can hide in sunlight. Everything’s a mystery in moonlight.
I guess sleep deprivation makes me poetic. Sorry.
Anyway.
Our morons are going to be morons about it. Akira changes the subject every time I bring up Momoshiro directly, but he’ll ask me about your emails, and, more specifically, ask me what you’re saying about Momoshiro. I’m going to need your help with this, only because I can’t get both of them locked into a closet by myself. I have a hard enough time locking Akira into a closet, and please don’t ask how I know that’s hard to do.
They were worried for no good reason, really. I’m completely and totally better now, really. My ankle is one hundred percent.
You have a type? What is your type? Have you met anyone that’s your type? How do you know what your type is? I’m sure Atobe will be devastated by the fact that he’s not it, but he’ll never know, because I won’t tell him, since telling him would mean having to talk to him, and I try to avoid doing that whenever possible. Every conversation I’ve had with him, he’s started.
I’m not dense at all! I really do have to ask, because people keep telling me that I’m weird and I need to shut up, so how could anyone like that?
Yeah, I kissed someone else. I didn’t go out looking for someone to kiss, but he was there, and we were talking and it kind of just…happened. I already told Hiyoshi that I don’t think I can kiss him anymore, and he’s good with that. He’s a friend now. I like friends.
If I wait until I feel like I have to kiss someone, how will I know what that feels like? I mean, Tachibana-san’s kiss took me by surprise, so I don’t know how I felt before that, and it felt very natural to kiss Hiyoshi when I did, but I don’t think there was an absolute need to do so. I’m really very confused.
You don’t suck at giving advice, really.
…and now I’m thinking about giving Tachibana-san sex. Do you think he wants sex? I mean, I don’t want sex with anyone, so if that’s what he wants, then I really can’t give that to him.
My family? Divorce is what’s happening. My father was having an affair for a few years now. We all knew it, but we were all pretending that nothing was wrong. But he got his mistress pregnant, so he’s divorcing Mom so he can marry her. It’s hard on my sisters, hard on my mother. I think it’s even hard on him, because he really doesn’t want to leave us, but he won’t take us from my mother, either. I’m not sure how I feel about it, though. Numb.
I don’t believe in love, I think.
No, my I.Q. did not go down, thank you very much! Two weeks, hmmm?
Hurry back, please.
I can’t see the moon anymore…maybe I should try to go to bed.
--Shinji
P.S.: I think I can challenge you, and I’ll bet anything but grip tape. That’s not negotiable, Ryoma. And I probably wouldn’t tease you, anyway. I’ve been known to read my sisters’ manga, so I can’t tease, sadly. Wait…a date?