Conditions of Love
Disclaimer: MM, I own nothing of PoT. Not Sanada, not Yukimura, not any of them :( …and that sucks. LOL. Therefore, I write happy fic;
Chapter 1
The look on his face sold him out. He was hurt…no, not hurt—scared. Fear was etched in every line, in every one of those features I had come to know so well. And, it was all because of me. Me and the illness that refused to remove itself from my body, taking away what I loved most.
The doctors told me it would be all right at first. Symptoms were miniscule, not much harm could be done. Well, it turns out they were wrong. Horribly wrong. So wrong, in fact, that I would have to be hospitalized because of their negligence. But, who was I to blame them? I was only the poor, muscle-impaired patient, knowing not the severity of the ailment.
And that was my downfall. I assumed everything would turn out all right. A couple of pills a day and the pain would go away, right? No. Wrong. The pain continued to increase, movement during practice would sometimes stop without warning. Now, it was clear to me, and to everyone else. This was something serious.
Physical therapy did not work. It was not a matter of training me to get over what caused my pain. It was getting it out of me that really mattered. They suggested surgery. Not just surgery—expensive surgery.
Worst of all, the chances for success were small.
Having just told him that, it seems he had taken it harder than I—and I had taken it pretty hard. His fear was what made his reaction differ from my own anger, disappointment. But, why? He did not have to go through what I had to. He did not understand what this surgery—this stupid disease—could do to me. Or to my tennis career. Nobody truly understood. Nobody, that is, except for me.
But what he said to me…what I least expected…changed everything. Everything that this whole trial had made me come to believe.
"Hating is easy, Yukimura, but love takes courage."
How did he know…what I had failed to see? Hate, growing within me, all this time. At the doctors, at the prospect of what my future held, at perhaps, even myself..? He knew, while I knew not.
I was struck with silence. Yes, this ordeal had changed me. What had happened to the calm, friendly captain of the Rikkai Dai Tennis Team? Apparently, he had vanished, leaving an empty, angry, hating shell of his former self. What I am now. Sanada was able to see this, while I myself did not. Confused? Yes—but fascinated as well.
Something about him, from this point on, changed about him. The way I saw him, perhaps, changed completely. I no longer saw him merely as my co-captain, but as a friend. He was the first to care, to visibly show what I had been hiding and feeling.
He was what I needed.
With that, he left my room, saying nothing more about the line he had quoted, or about my surgery to come.
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Time continued. Regionals were approaching—surgery was approaching—as the days and weeks passed. And every day after his first visit, Sanada came back.
He would tell me happenings at the tennis club. Everyone wishing for me to get well soon, and for a successful surgery. I was amazed. They had not forgotten me. Stuck in this hospital, I had forgotten there were people besides Sanada who cared…
Over time, Sanada taught me how to love again. I forgave the doctors—forgave them for something I had unjustly blamed them for, and began to love the children living at the hospital, sharing the same fate as myself. I did not realize it, but Sanada was instilling back within me what I had forgotten.
He became more than a friend—he became my mentor, and my confidante. He helped me when I knew not what to do with my current situation. I eagerly anticipated his visits every day, knowing with certainty that he would show up.
And he always did. I found that I could count on him. Even with all of his normal activities and responsibilities of school and tennis, he would make time for me. I had importance in someone's life. Someone I had least expected.
The same someone..that I learned to love…
To Be Continued! .
XDXD.. Well, I hope that wasn't too bad! I just love a good Sana/Yuki . Not that..mine is any good .. But, I hope it was okay! Um, there are some details that I could have rechecked, but didn't because I was Laaazyyy. Anyway—Yukimura's "disease" did have something to do with muscle pains or malfunctions or something, I believe, but I dunno what it is exactly :P. My bad, my bad..should've checked that out. And there were lots of other details, etc that might not be correct but I'm still Lazy. Grammar might've been pretty bad too TT, lots of "ands" at the beginning of sentences o.O. Okie, nvm. Bye!
