10 Letters: #023--Touch
Title: Are You Out There?
Rating: PG
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Character: Ibu Shinji/Echizen Ryoma
Author's Notes: 21st letter, from Shinji to Ryoma
Main table can be found here and here.
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Ryoma,
It almost seems pointless writing this right now, seeing as you’re either up in the air, or in an airport somewhere, but I don’t think you’re here yet. I don’t think it’s been long enough for that, thought I could be wrong. And I have no idea if you’ll even read this before I get a chance to see you, because I have a feeling that you’ll come right to the street courts when you get a chance. Or sleep. Maybe sleep is more likely. How bad is jet lag, anyway?
You think sarcasm is cute? You have odd tastes, then. And I think I agree with you about the T.V. thing. At least that much is the same in Japan and in America.
You can always make it easier on yourself and not hit anyone. But then, Atobe deserves hitting, and so do Momoshiro and Akira. Maybe you can just not hit me? There’s got to be another way you can punish me without the actual hitting, right?
And no, nothing’s changed on the moron front. It’s almost amusing to watch Akira and Momoshiro scuttle around each other like they do. But there’s sparks there; I can see them. The closet thing is probably the best idea yet. They’ll probably like being in the closet together. I think, for me, I’d rather be locked in a closet with someone, as long as the person is someone I like. At least then there would be someone to talk to, if nothing else.
It is not a weakness. Shut up.
Have I…done anything? I…no, I haven’t. I don’t think Hiyoshi cares one way or another. Tachibana-san, though….he just…well, he watches me, most of the time. And he finds reasons to touch me, usually my hair, he’s always brushing it away from my face, and sometimes he touches my skin when he does that. I…just don’t feel anything when he does it, and shouldn’t I? I don’t feel like blushing or like kissing him or anything romantic. My heart doesn’t skip a beat or anything. Actually, I think it may be starting to annoy me. I asked for time and space to think, and I don’t think he took me seriously.
Possible that I could be your type? Well, I don’t know how I feel about that, Ryoma.
I haven’t stayed away from Hiyoshi, and I can tell you that there was no…kissing atmosphere. What is a kissing atmosphere, anyway? Whatever it is, I don’t think either of us felt inspired to reach new heights of passion or anything.
I don’t think you’re missing much by waiting to kiss someone. Sometimes, I wish my first kisses had gone to someone who means something like that to me. Something other than a friend, I mean. I don’t think I know anything about kissing. And I am not pretty enough for a heroine! I’m a boy, and glad of it.
No sex? You’re forbidding me to have sex? You think you have a right to? Not that it’s in my plans for the next week or anything, but I know I don’t want it anyway. I regret the kissing, some. That seems like it would be a bigger regret.
I know I’m being cynical, Ryoma. I can’t help it. I’m really not sure if I believe in love anymore. Or maybe I’m not capable of feeling it. Maybe that’s why I can’t feel anything more for Tachibana-san than I do now. Because I can’t feel love, I can’t return his feelings.
I guess I do need someone to talk to. I’d normally talk to Akira, or one of my other friends from the team, but I think they’d think I’m crazy for not getting with Tachibana-san right away. And the family stuff…I don’t know. My options are few, and I trust you, Ryoma.
When you figure out what you need to do to “fix” my common sense, you’ll tell me, right?
Looking forward to seeing you soon.
--Shinji
P.S: I don’t scare easily, Ryoma. Bring it on. No 12-step programs needed, because I’m not an addict. It’s not like I need a hit of grip tape to get me through my day or something, you know. And you haven’t, but you’re not alone. An-chan scares us all.
Rating: PG
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Character: Ibu Shinji/Echizen Ryoma
Author's Notes: 21st letter, from Shinji to Ryoma
Main table can be found here and here.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ryoma,
It almost seems pointless writing this right now, seeing as you’re either up in the air, or in an airport somewhere, but I don’t think you’re here yet. I don’t think it’s been long enough for that, thought I could be wrong. And I have no idea if you’ll even read this before I get a chance to see you, because I have a feeling that you’ll come right to the street courts when you get a chance. Or sleep. Maybe sleep is more likely. How bad is jet lag, anyway?
You think sarcasm is cute? You have odd tastes, then. And I think I agree with you about the T.V. thing. At least that much is the same in Japan and in America.
You can always make it easier on yourself and not hit anyone. But then, Atobe deserves hitting, and so do Momoshiro and Akira. Maybe you can just not hit me? There’s got to be another way you can punish me without the actual hitting, right?
And no, nothing’s changed on the moron front. It’s almost amusing to watch Akira and Momoshiro scuttle around each other like they do. But there’s sparks there; I can see them. The closet thing is probably the best idea yet. They’ll probably like being in the closet together. I think, for me, I’d rather be locked in a closet with someone, as long as the person is someone I like. At least then there would be someone to talk to, if nothing else.
It is not a weakness. Shut up.
Have I…done anything? I…no, I haven’t. I don’t think Hiyoshi cares one way or another. Tachibana-san, though….he just…well, he watches me, most of the time. And he finds reasons to touch me, usually my hair, he’s always brushing it away from my face, and sometimes he touches my skin when he does that. I…just don’t feel anything when he does it, and shouldn’t I? I don’t feel like blushing or like kissing him or anything romantic. My heart doesn’t skip a beat or anything. Actually, I think it may be starting to annoy me. I asked for time and space to think, and I don’t think he took me seriously.
Possible that I could be your type? Well, I don’t know how I feel about that, Ryoma.
I haven’t stayed away from Hiyoshi, and I can tell you that there was no…kissing atmosphere. What is a kissing atmosphere, anyway? Whatever it is, I don’t think either of us felt inspired to reach new heights of passion or anything.
I don’t think you’re missing much by waiting to kiss someone. Sometimes, I wish my first kisses had gone to someone who means something like that to me. Something other than a friend, I mean. I don’t think I know anything about kissing. And I am not pretty enough for a heroine! I’m a boy, and glad of it.
No sex? You’re forbidding me to have sex? You think you have a right to? Not that it’s in my plans for the next week or anything, but I know I don’t want it anyway. I regret the kissing, some. That seems like it would be a bigger regret.
I know I’m being cynical, Ryoma. I can’t help it. I’m really not sure if I believe in love anymore. Or maybe I’m not capable of feeling it. Maybe that’s why I can’t feel anything more for Tachibana-san than I do now. Because I can’t feel love, I can’t return his feelings.
I guess I do need someone to talk to. I’d normally talk to Akira, or one of my other friends from the team, but I think they’d think I’m crazy for not getting with Tachibana-san right away. And the family stuff…I don’t know. My options are few, and I trust you, Ryoma.
When you figure out what you need to do to “fix” my common sense, you’ll tell me, right?
Looking forward to seeing you soon.
--Shinji
P.S: I don’t scare easily, Ryoma. Bring it on. No 12-step programs needed, because I’m not an addict. It’s not like I need a hit of grip tape to get me through my day or something, you know. And you haven’t, but you’re not alone. An-chan scares us all.