A Prince of Tennis fanfic.
SanaYuki pairing. Slight YukimuraxOC.
Rating: T - for language and future plot
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.
Author's note: There are YukimuraxOC, but... if you know me... (I don't want to spoil the plot!!)
Enjoy and... reviews please
PROLOGUE
Love, like all other relationships, is an entanglement of complex emotions. It is a sheet of white paper, the purity of it effortlessly ruined by the contamination of a small droplet of black ink. Any attempts to undo this act will be futile and can only worsen it, expending the unsightly accident. After all, the moment the ink tarnishes the white paper, it is irreversible. Love is fragile. It is delicate, so easily crumpled, torn into a thousand and one pieces, and scattered into the raging winds.
It was a lovely day, the sky without a speck of cloud and the air fresh without a single trace of wind. The conditions were perfect for tennis training and Niou, Yagyuu, Marui and Kirihara were already at the courts early in the morning. For some strange reason, after a comment about Michael Jackson, Yukimura's sexuality aroused amidst their conversation, and everyone had a strong point of view on that topic.
"He's not gay," Marui argued, although it was hard to understand his words as there were two packets of gum in his mouth, "he's just metrosexual."
"If he's not homosexual," Niou bickered, "he must be at least bisexual."
"Why don't you just use the term pansexual then?" Marui said, and Kirihara's mouth dropped open in confusion. "It's the same as omnisexual, Akaya, I told you that weeks ago, remember?"
"I believe Yukimura is heterosexual," Yagyuu said, "he could just be suffering from something like Klinefelter's syndrome."
"He may be androgynous, you know," Niou grinned, "Yukimura does seem a bit hermaphroditic."
There was a pause. "Senpai," Kirihara finally spoke, "I've seen him in the showers."
"HA!" Niou pointed at Kirihara, grabbing him by the collars, "you're being deceived by a very, very good disguise."
"He could be transsexual." Yanagi appeared out of nowhere, adding his suggestion to the box. "It is a possibility."
"I think buchou has been Yukimura Seiichi for his entire life." Yagyuu pointed out, "I've seen the tennis trophies he got over the past years - unless he changed his sexuality when he was five or something."
"I was just joking." Yanagi frowned; no one seemed to have understood his humour. "Anyway, Genichirou is here, so we should stop talking about this."
Everyone seemed to agree to this, and started warming up. Sanada joined them, but instead of shouting laps as the regulars had expected, he simply stretched with a stoic expression. He looked normal, but the air around him was unusually quiet, lacking energy and readiness. The clock struck seven and all the regulars had arrived - all, that is, except for Yukimura. Niou was getting restless and Marui annoyed; the buchou who despised late arrival was committing the crime himself.
"Let's start practicing," Sanada said emotionlessly, "Niou and Yagyuu..."
"Gomen!" Yukimura ran onto the courts, oblivious to the glares he was receiving. He apologised for his lateness again before pairing the regulars for matches.
By the time training ended, everyone had forgotten about it. However, they were reminded of the annoyance they felt in the morning when Yukimura announced that he could not attend the afternoon session. No one dared to question him, assuming it was for a genuine reason; their buchou never missed training before for a minute matter. On the other hand, they did not mind Sanada taking charge in the afternoon, because with the meek attitude he held this morning, they were guaranteed to have an easy time.
Yukimura had rushed off quickly after his shower, allowing the topic of his sexuality to arise again. Niou clung to his theory of Yukimura being a homosexual, while Marui disagreed, strongly believing Yukimura was simply metrosexual. Eventually, Kirihara, Jackal, even Yanagi and Yagyuu joined in the pointless squabble.
"Niou," Sanada stepped out of the showers and Niou cringed. He could already hear the hour long lecture booming tediously against his eardrums. "Yukimura's not gay."
There was silence in the change rooms, but the question of "how do you know?" resonated piercingly off the tiled walls.
"Because he has a girlfriend." Sanada said quietly. Niou's mouth dropped open and Kirihara slipped on a puddle of water.
"See? I was right." Marui mumbled.
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