Disclaimer: POT doesn't and will never belong to me.
They were
once the perfect couple. Striking and loving.
They were
once the ideal match. Trusting and adoring.
Their love
was unmatched, their hearts joined as one.
But all
crumbled, the day Ryoma Echizen came to view.
He was
brilliant in tennis, cool in studies, and silent as tomb.
"Mada
Mada Dane" is his usual words. He mocked the great and lowly alike.
His
unparalleled skills caught the Tensai's eye, and soon his heart
alike.
Buchou had
become the past, now the one with cap is the gift.
Heart-broken,
the Buchou asked why. Freedom is his reply.
Heart-weary,
the Buchou left. Giving freedom to his love.
Others
were stunned, some scolded Fuji, but most, blamed Tezuka's
aloofness.
Unfair,
but perhaps true, Tezuka questioned his coolness.
But his
team members understand. That should be enough.
Oishi came
and mothered him. That should be enough.
Inui came
without his notebook. That should be enough.
Taka-san
came with his sushi. That should be enough.
Momo came
with his breakfast as offering. That should be enough.
Kaido came
with a whisper of shhh… That should be enough.
Ryoma
came, "I am no gay". That should be enough.
Fuji…
never came. His freedom was enough… for him.
On the
street, bitterness boiled, desperation to find a new him glazed his
eyes.
On the
street, sadness embraced, coldness seeped through his soul and mind.
Off the
street, he wondered, who he really is.
Off the
street, he wandered, unaware of approaching car.
On the
chilly sheets of the hospital bed, the once responsible laid
uncaring.
On the
fateful day of the car accident, the once sensible slept through care
and concerns.
In the
heart of the dying, that day was a release.
In the
heart of the living, that day was a good-bye.
In his
eyes, bitterness has shown clear.
In his
eyes, sadness has brimmed and spilled.
In his
eyes, Fuji no longer seems beautiful.
In his
eyes, Fuji is the Death.
Enjoy
your freedom, complete with my death. Another breath wasted on
hatred.
I once
loved you so, now hate you so. Another moment lost on anger.
He slipped
away, throwing off the tendrils of the living, embracing the freedom
of death.
Fuji
thought he heard a crash. Realising too late it is his heart.
He sat.
Touch his
forehead to Tezuka's hand.
Plead for
more time to tell him of his love.
"My
freedom had come at a heavy price, of both our broken hearts."
Ja ne
Kuni-chan.
Ashiteru.