Disclaimer: Prince Of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi-sensei~!

Summary: Yukimura is born blind. As children, he and Sanada met for the first time and started a relationship that would test their developing bond, first their friendship, then their growing love for each other. Not only Yukkimura was male but also disabled; both of them have to conquer prejudice and discrimination as their feelings grow deeper. They will see each other in a way both of them had never experienced before, and Sanada will show Yukimura a world of colour, something that Yukimura had never seen, nor experienced in his entire life.

Notes: I fell in love with the plot once I read it, and I couldn't stand not being able to know how this will end. So I sent Mitsukai20-kun a message about that how I would gladly 'adopt' his plot. Does anyone know how to contact him? It's kind of.. worrying.. that he doesn't reply, I mean.

Anyway, if he, by any chance, would come and read this, I would say a big THANK YOUfor offering such a great plot to adoption.

Warnings: Angst. It could be AU or semi-AU, depending.


It all started when an eleven-years-old Sanada Genichirou was hitting a tennis ball against a wall near the park. His ball control wasn't at its best yet, and he had miscalculated he angle that he was supposed to hit his next shot, causing the green ball to ricochet away from his racket and fly over the wall into the streets. He scrambled over for it, not wanting to lose the only ball he had at the moment, going high and low.. until a soft, questioning voice startled him from his search.

"Is this yours?"

The voice came from behind him, and he immediately turned, only to see a girl, just about his age, holding his tennis ball in her hand. She was smiling at him, her eyes a friendly shade of blue, wearing a simple white-collared t-shirt and beige shorts, sitting on a bench that was directly across from where he was standing.

"Yes. How did you know?" Seeing as the girl wasn't about to stand up and give the ball back to him, Sanada opted to approach the girl instead, noticing the rather strange way she was looking at him when he neared. Nevertheless, he immediately shrugged it off as nothing, more intent of getting the ball that was resting lightly on her outstretched hand.

"It rolled by my feet earlier. I knew that someone was going to get it eventually." She explained once the ball was safely in Sanada's hands. She curled her hand and placed it on her lap, sitting almost unnaturally still, something Sanada didn't realize until later on. "Do you play tennis?" she continued, looking at Sanada without blinking, so much that it made him somewhat uncomfortable.

"Yeah, I do." Something about the girl bothered him, but she was nice, and pretty. Very pretty. The moment the thought went through his head, he blushed. The girl didn't even seem to mind as she stared openly at Sanada's face. "What about you?"

"I wish I could." She sighed wistfully, "It sounds like a very good sport."

"You've never.. seen someone play tennis before?" the black-haired boy asked slowly, feeling stranger by the second. She knew that she was holding a tennis ball, but she hadn't seen someone play tennis before…

Something made him muse; normally he wasn't a very talkative person, but there was something about her and her gentle prodding that had compelled him to speak more.

"No." she shook her blue head in a way Sanada thought was cute. "In fact, I've never seen anyone play a sport before." She confessed, sounding sad, but resigned. Her hands were clenched tightly on her lap, as she continued to look in Sanada's general direction.

How was that possible? Sanada thought, his brows furrowed as he tried to understand what she meant by those words. As he raised his head up and met her eyes, eyes of sapphire, as vibrant and as transparent as the gem itself, he saw that it wasn't focused on him; they were just there, staring at and beyond him, glazed over and almost shallow, almost lifeless if it weren't for the friendly gaze it conveyed.

She was blind.

"Oh.." Sanada was speechless at the sudden epiphany. It explained a lot of things, and he looked down, suddenly embarrassed by his words. He couldn't believe that he was so insensitive! He might have hurt her with a careless remark he had made during their short conversation. Mentally, he went over his answers again, trying to see if he had -in any way- offended her.

The blunette seemed to realize this as well, because she shook her head and sighed, "It's alright," she smiled kindly, "I'm used to it already, so don't apologize, if you're thinking about it." She simply patted the space next to her, and he found himself complying as he sat down beside her.

"I-I didn't know-.." he stammered, but her small, soft, ringing laugh stopped him.

"I know," she smiled wider, as if it had almost amused her to feel him squirming in his seat, ".. but thank you." Her smiled dimmed so that it was barely there, small, but truly genuine instead of the smile that had been there in the first place that had Sanada blushing again. "Normally, when people find out, they would find an excuse to stop talking to me. It gets tiring after a while." Her shoulders lifted slightly and she had a pout on her face that disappeared as fast as it had come.

What was he supposed to say? You're welcome? It's only to be expected? My pleasure? The words sounded lame even to his own mind, and so he didn't even try to reply. "Were you always..?" Sanada felt awkward, not knowing what to say, almost slapping himself when the words spilled out from his lips. He was curious, but he didn't have to be so.. tactless! Tarundoru!

"Blind?" she completed for him good-naturedly with another laugh, feeling the boy literally squirm beside her now. "It's alright, I told you." She hummed thoughtfully, "As a child, I've never been able to see well, only shadows, and eventually, nothing at all.." she paused for a minute, then turned her head to his direction, "..am I making you uncomfortable?"

The question was so sudden that Sanada hadn't been able to process how his answer came faster than he thought it would be.

"No, not at all!" he answered a little too quickly, but when he saw her eyebrows rise in slight disbelief, he took a deep breath and answered more slowly this time,

"No, it really doesn't. it's just that.. it's surprising, that's all." He surprised himself by actually feeling the same way. "I'm not bothered by it at all." And as he said those words, he knew that they were completely true.

The bluenette relaxed a bit, seemingly hearing the sincerity in his voice and her fingers unclenching as her eyes were filled to the brim with relief. ".. thank you.." her voice wavered with emotion, "You're a very kind person, you know?"

"Me? Kind?" Sanada had been described a lot of things, but kind wasn't one of them.

She nodded, her hand reaching out and successfully touching his fingers. "You're also a very good person." She smiled genuinely at him again, sending a horde of something to rampage in his stomach. "You accepted my disability so easily. People like that are very rare to come by."

"No, I'm sure there are others who would understand." He felt undeserving of her praise, but why did it make him feel so happy at the same time?

"But you're the first one, outside my family, to accept me like that." She took her hand back, leaving his skin tingling. "I really appreciate it. What's your name?"

"Genichirou. Sanada Genichirou."

"Sanada-kun, then." Just for the shortest moment, her blue-eyed stare made him feel as if she was seeing everything about him, completely right through him, but it was already gone, to be replaced onve again with her blank looking eyes. "I'm Yukimura Seiichi. Nice to meet you."

"Y-yeah, likewise." For a short moment, he felt pity towards her, but he knew that she wouldn't appreciate that particular feeling, and she wouldn't take to it kindly as she did before.

She looked hesitant for a moment before asking "May I..?". Sanada blinked at the question but understood one he saw her hand inch towards him. He slowly nodded, then grunted as an answer and, somehow, shifted closer to her.

The first touch felt so soft like a brush of breeze on his face. He noted how her hands felt colder than his skin and it made him shiver slightly when her hands pressed on both his cheeks, which he could feel were becoming hotter each passing second. Yukimura tilted her head and one of her hands moved to touch his mouth then his nose. Both pale hands now shifted to his forehead and down to his eyebrows then his eyelids, after he had closed them. He could feel the finger tips that trailed his lashes move to brush his black hair.

The bluenette pulled her hands back and folded them neatly back on her lap as she smiled again, "I could tell you are handsome, Sanada-kun."

He definitely wasn't expecting that. His blush darkened as he looked for an answer, "A-and you're.. pretty.." Which came closer to a murmur than a statement. She laughed softly once more.

Just at that moment, a woman looking to be in her late twenties to early thirties approached the two of them, her face an older version of the girl in front of him, talking to him.

"Seiichi! I'm sorry, sweetheart, did I make you wait?" she was a beautiful woman, and Sanada had no doubt that Yukimura-san would also grow up to look like her mother, beautiful. "I'm so sorry. It took a while."

"It's okay, Mom." Yukimura looked up and reached her hand out, smiling as her mother took it and helped her to stand up. "I made a new friend today." She looked towards the direction where she heard Sanada speak, "He was very nice to me." she added.

"Is that so?" The older woman noticed Sanada sitting on the bench, and beamed warmly at him.

"Thank you very much for befriending my son. I was afraid that he wouldn't make any friends when we first moved here, but I guess you proved me wrong." She looked at the young 'girl' fondly, while Sanada gaped in shock forgetting that it was impolite to do that openly, according to his grandfather.

He quickly rounded on the other boy, who was by then giggling, looking extremely amused, and found words failing him as he could only watch, open mouthed, as the mother and son pair said their goodbyes and left, finding it incredibly ironic later that he was shocked to find out that he had been talking to a boy all along instead of finding out of his disability.


A/N: It's the same first chapter as Mitsukai-kun's original writing, but I edited it and added a scene he mentioned that he wanted to write. I really do hope that the idea is up to your liking as much as it is for me.

Original story link: /s/8206450/1/ Snapshots (add that after the address of without the space)

Review, please.