Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis or any of its characters.
"Wish I May"
"Yukimura-kun, it's time for your surgery", the female nurse gently told the patient with chin-length wavy blue hair, his blue eyes occupying the hospital window. His mind full of thoughts.
His tennis team Rikkaidai's third consecutive victory. Fifty percent chance of living. Never be able to play tennis again much less walk on his own feet. Such thoughts.
He slowly stood up from his bed as the nurse assisted him to the wheelchair that she prepared. It's time.
Will he live to see tomorrow? Is this the end for him? Will he still be able to play tennis again? Will his team win the Kantou Tournament? He was bearing those negative thoughts. However, that was before when he had found hope again. Yes, he, who almost gave up everything after he heard that he would not be able to play tennis again, found hope once again.
"Ogura-san, did you see the person who put those there?" he asked when he sat down on the wheelchair with his eyes focusing on the very thing that was hanging on his bedside.
"Ah, those. Such beautiful thousand paper cranes, aren't they? I did not see the person. Perhaps, they secretly put them there while you were sound asleep. I'll try asking the other nurses later. Anyways, just focus on your surgery for now, okay?"
"Sure."
The second year middle school boy named Yukimura Seiichi stared at the thousand cranes hanging on his bedside. Each one of them folded very neatly as they give off a vivid and colorful feeling which lifted up his mood. It's like his negative thoughts which colored his mind black, suddenly were washed away by a titanium white paint and repainted with colorful colors of rainbow.
"Let's go, shall we?"
Yukimura just nodded his head in approval never taking his eyes off from the paper cranes and they started making their way to the operation room.
'I wonder who made those thousand paper cranes and gave them to me,' was all he thought at the moment.
"Hotaru, what are you doing? I was waiting for you at the main entrance," a girl with long blonde hair reaching her waist, asked her friend who was busy folding something on her desk inside their classroom.
It was already late in the afternoon and the sun has begun to set. Almost everyone else had gone home to school except for those people with club activities.
"So sorry, Nana, I got too engrossed in folding these things, I forgot the time," the girl called Hotaru apologized. She has brown hair which reaches a few inches below her shoulders and a set of bangs that hang in unkempt waves over her forehead.
"What is that?" Nana asked.
"Origami."
"For what?"
"….."
"For whom?"
"….."
"Hotaru."
Hotaru gave a sheepish smile at her friend and put all her things inside her school bag.
"So?"
"It's just…uhm…" she hanged her bag on her shoulders.
"It's just what?" Nana raised one of her eyebrows.
"It's a secret!" Hotaru quickly ran out of the classroom to escape from the clutches of her friend.
"Hotaru!"
Well she knows that Nana wouldn't bother asking her too much for things she didn't want to talk about. Oh, how she loves her best friend so much.
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