My God is Gone

Tennis no Oujisama (c) Takeshi Konomi

p.s: English is not my first language and I'm still studying, so please bear the grammatical mistakes orz

"Naa, Choutarou."

"Mmm?"

"Congrats for your marriage next week."

"…Thank you."

They stood side by side, the river below the bridge glowing the orange color from the beautiful sunset. Shishido leaned toward the bridge's side, looked up to the taller man beside him, who was smiled his usual sheepish smile, his head down. It was supposed to be his usual smile, yet, there was a little sad gleam in his eyes.

"Shishido-san…," he whispered with very, very soft voice, "I love you…"

Shishido clenched his hand,

"I know."

"Shishido-san, I," his voice started to tremble—he choked, "Thank you for all of this time. Thank you."

"What are you saying, Choutarou," Shishido punched his partner's belly lightly, make sure it won't hurt the younger man, "That's suppose to be my words."

"Shishido-san…"

"Yes."

"Shishido-san—"

"Um-um."

"Shishido—hic—saaaan!"

And with that, he burst out his tears. He embraced the shorter man tightly, drowned his face to the older man's shoulder, who standing on tiptoed to support Choutarou's tall build. "There, there, Choutarou, just how old are you now…," Shishido smiled a bit, patted Choutarou's head slightly, and murmured softly on the younger man's ear, "You know I love you too, right?"

Choutarou nodded.

"Always."

They stayed like that for some minutes later.

"There, Choutarou. You must see your own face—it's totally lame." Shishido laughed, "Geki dasa daze…"

"I'm—hic, sorry."

Shishido sighed, took off his cap and put it on Choutarou's head. "Bring that home so your face won't looks too pathetic. You don't want to make your family worry, hmm?"

"Yes…"

"…"

"…Shishido-san,"

"Hmm?"

"I love you…"

Shishido closed his eyes, three seconds, five seconds, before opened it again.

"Let me say it again and again. For now, only for now."

"promise me," Shishido patted the blue cap on the younger's man head, "Only for now. Because you may not make your fiancee sad, ok?"

Choutarou nodded again. "I promised."

Ohtori Choutarou opened his eyes, looked at his own reflection through the mirror who looked him back. He traced the cross necklace on his neck slowly, before then took it off and put it on the desk, beside his most important item—a blue cap.

"My God is gone," he muttered to himself, "He is gone."

Fin