Jay: Welcome one and all! This is a re-wright of my story "Remembering You" now titled "Your Guardian Angel", well... not much of one. just fixing a few mistakes here and there and trying to improve my writing skills. I'll still keep my old version up for while longer but I it might be deleted after I have caught up with this version. Unfortunately updates will be hard since I AM in college (and an animation major no less. Animation majors have A LOT more work to do then some of the other majors T^T) But I will do my best since I got back into the swing of things :D
...AND once again I have lost my glasses...
Ryoma: Again?
Tezuka: I'm not giving you my glasses.
Jay: Thats okay I can still TALK. I OBVIOUSLY do not own Prince of Tennis or any other thing related to it. Characters may be a little OOC but technically anything slash is OOC but I will try my very bestist to keep them in line as I see fit. I also have no beta so you'll have to pardon a dummies mistakes or any parts that are uninteresting T^T
Summery: After being brutally murdered by a vengeful, former tennis opponent, Tezuka stood before the grave of his former lover, thinking of the last, harsh words he had said to him, only to find him sitting on his own grave stone in a sea of black feathers. Tezuka stared at the boy, wide eyed. "Ryoma..." As time passed, Ryoma stayed with Tezuka and the others, helping him with tennis and even came to school to be with him, but the same qustion crossed the brunette's mind every passing day. Why...How can he be here? Standing right in front of him? For what reason? (Tezuka is in 12th grade and Ryoma would be in 10th grade) May be other pairings later if you squint hard enough (shrugs)
Warning : This has boyxboy pairings. So if you don't like that THEN DON"T READ IN THE FIRST PLACE! I don't like rude reviews, no one does. A little OC... especially in the beginning.
Note/ keep in mind that italics are flashbacks and single quotes 'are thoughts'.
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Your Guardian Angel Ch.1 Your Presence
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It was a bright and sunny day in the cemetery, but it did nothing to brighten the former Segaku captain in his current state. Tezuka stood before the grave of Ryoma Echizen, tennis prodigy, and former lover. It had been two years since his death, and two years since he had said his last harsh words to him.
Two years ago...
"I'm tired of you not telling me anything! Do you not trust me Ryoma?!" Tezuka yelled. Ryoma had been getting calls and letters all the way from America, and even some from right there in Japan, each one containing a threat from his past opponents. Ryoma refused to tell Tezuka anything, saying that he had everything under control and that it was just some light hate mail. Nothing unusual for people in the big game. But Tezuka could tell that this was not something to brush off so easily, and his resolve to get Ryoma to talk only strengthened after someone attempted to run Nanjiro and Rinko over with a car on there visit to America. Luckily they got out of it with only minor scrapes and bruises.
"N-no! It's not that-"
"Just forget it Echizen!" Tezuka yelled and turned away in his seat, unwilling to look at Ryoma in the face. There was a moment of silence until he could here Ryoma's soft footsteps quietly fade away.
That was the last time he saw Ryoma, until...
That night, around 8:00 pm, Tezuka got an unexpected call from Nanjiro, saying Ryoma had not come home that night. Since Nanjiro and Rinko were still in America, he insisted that their son call them every night, but that night there was none.
"Is he with you Kunimitsu-kun?"
"No. I haven't seen him since this morning..." he answered hesitantly. He did not like the sound of that.
"Oh, okay. Maybe he forgot. I'll try to call him again. Sorry to disturb you Seishonen!" Nanjiro said and hung up. Tezuka set the phone down on his desk and slowly sat down on the edge of his bed, thinking. It was not normal for Ryoma to forget such a thing if he had been doing it for the last week his parents were away. Tezuka furrowed his brows in worry. Had Ryoma not gone home?
Without a second thought, Tezuka quickly stood up and grabbed his jacket.
"Okaa-san! I'm going for a jog!" he called.
"Okay! Just don't stay out to late!" she called back.
Lastly, Tezuka grabbed his cell phone and quickly headed out.
He was going to find Ryoma.
That night he had checked the Echizen residence only to find that Ryoma was still not home. Only when he had given up hours later did he find ambulances and crowds of people, huddled up on a near-by street. What he found that day still haunted his dreams to this very day.
If only he had not let Ryoma go home alone.
If only he had been a bit more patient.
If only...
...
It was Friday, December 16, the anniversary of the day Ryoma had left them. Tezuka was waiting for the others to arrive. The former regulars of Seigaku, as well as friends and family were to arrive at 11:00 am, but Tezuka just had to come early. He just stood there staring at the engraved letters of Ryoma's grave for the rest of the hour until the others came. Every one placed there flowers on the grave one by one. Oishi walked up to Tezuka with a heavy sigh.
"It's been two years..."
"Aa."
Oishi sighed again and decided to leave him be. He knew the stoic captain did not wish to speak. No one did. Ryoma's death had impacted many people, and many more hearts, but not as much as it impacted Tezuka. After everyone had said their prayers, Tezuka, as usual, stayed behind still staring at the grave with an empty stare. What was he waiting for? Why would he continuously stay by the grave? He's not coming back. The dead...don't come back.
Suddenly he here'd shuffling to his left, and turned around just on time to see a quick flash of black hair with a shine of green.
'Ryoma?'
Tezuka dropped everything and ran for the boy with the white cap, but when he caught up to him, he was obviously not who he thought he was. The small boy gave him a strange look before taking off again and yelled for his parents to wait for him. The brunette sighed heavily. What was he thinking? He looked at his empty hands and noticed that he had left his bucket back at the grave.
He sighed again and headed back towards the grave. He had been sighing a lot lately. Maybe he should play some tennis to cool his head off- the thought was never finished, for there was a man in a gray kimono standing in front of the grave. Suddenly a strong gust of wind blew, and Tezuka has to shield his eyes to keep the dust out as black feathers fluttered in every direction. At first Tezuka thought Nanjiro had come back to see Ryoma again, until the man's...no...boy's some-what-small, almost feminine structure and black with a shine of green hair threw him off.
Then it hit him.
Tezuka stared at the boy, wide eyed.
"Ryoma..."
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Jay: Alright, one chapter down, a BUCH more to go. Thankfully this one was short and didn't have too much to fix so I should have the other one done before I sleep. I hope you enjoyed this chapter and reviews always make me happy!