JT: Don't own POT ... damn shame ... I think it'd be awesome ... he he guns
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The leaves whipped up into the air as a neon orb smacked into the ground and rocketed back up through the air. The clang as it hit the metal mesh of the tennis courts resounded in the sudden silence.
"W-what?" Momo whispered, clutching at the wire with both hands, letting the metal dig little grooves into his palms. Eiji was silent, his hands groping the sleeve of a very still Oishi. Taka's racket hung loose in his hand and Inui had let his note book fall softly to the ground. Fuji's eyes shone a deep blue as he stared, dumb founded at the scene in front of him.
Tezuka, who had been umpiring, couldn't believe it himself, though he hid it behind his stern look and shining glasses. He removed himself slowly from the umpire's chair and walked smoothly across the courts to stand behind a heaving, sweating figure.
Ryoma's eyes were wide and un-seeing, staring at the prosthetic grass beneath his red raw hands. His fingers convulsed spasmatically with pain. Sweat trickled into his eyes and he dashed it away angrily. Turning his astonished eyes onto the person stood opposite him. They stood looking, some what apologetic in the dimming light of the afternoon.
"S-since w-wh-when?" gasped Ryoma, finding it hard to talk and breath at once. No-one, not even his father had driven him to play with such madness and determination. He had exhausted everything, even his will to live.
The person looked at him. Tennis racket resting lightly on their shoulder. The person took a small step forward, the hesitated, feeling every eye turn to them. Ignoring it they carried on, neck length brown hair flying into their face. Gentle hands rose up to tuck it behind their ear.
"You said I had wobbly hips"
Ryoma continued to stare as his opponent drew closer to the net, their eyes never leaving his. He shivered. He remembered.
"You said my hair was too long"
Ryoma couldn't answer. What he wanted to say was "still is" Yet he didn't.
"I was never very good" They had stopped. Slowly but carefully, they extended a still and firm hand.
"What do you say Ryoma ... Did I prove you wrong?" A smirk appeared on their lips. Ryoma rose slowly to his feet, his legs shaking uncontrollably, only Tezuka's hand on his elbow kept him standing.
"Yes ... yes Sakuno, you proved me wrong"
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JT: I have no clue where this came from but bordem set in ... I never realised how hard it would be to disguise Sakuno's identity but I think I did it ... I think ... yeah Oo R&R!