Summary: It was a game they always play, from the day they met to the day they parted. FujiRyo
Disclaimer: Really...I do not own PoT, Konomi-sensei does but I personally do own this storyline. )
On one of the courts in Seishun Gakuen, a match is going on. It's midnight and the 'plonking' of a tennis ball can be heard a metre away if you were there. Fuji and Ryoma are having their last match before Fuji moves to Germany and Ryoma back to America.
"Nee...Ryoma, will you come back someday." Fuji said hitting the ball back to the other side of the courts.
"I don't know, what awaits me if I return." He asked Fuji.
"Nothing I guess...since I'll be in Germany and all but you can still look for the others." Fuji said.
Soon, the game ended and so did the conversation. It was a tie, no one wanted to continue the game anymore, giving them a reason to see each other again in the future, to complete the game.
Ryoma lefted for America the next day with his friends coming to bid him goodbye and to keep in contact, but Fuji never said anything, he just smiled.
Soon, Fuji left for Germany to pursue his dream of being a photographer keeping up with the tennis news and once in a while spotting a familiar face in the tennis magazines winning different tournaments.
Several years past, without the two of them keeping in touch with each other except for the certain times they spot each others photo in the newspaper or tennis magazine that told them the other was doing well. Now they were both back in Japan for a visit, passing each other without recognizing each other.
Be it coincidental or plain intuition, they both met at the street tennis courts that used to be the playground for them and their friends.
"Saa...you came back."
"I guess I did."
"But what did you return for."
"For a visit, and to find out who will be waiting for me if I return."
"Saa...who knows."
"Nee...Fuji-sempai, how about we finish our match."
"Saa...let's re-schedule for tomorrow."
"Sounds great to me."
Linking their hands together, tightly, they made their way out of the street tennis courts, not wanting to let go, for they'll never know when they will complete their game or when they will ever see each other again. It was a game they played ever so frequently, a game called "Hide & Seek". Not knowing when they will find each other again or when will the game ever end, tennis match or not...but all they know is that the game will start once again when they part...
A/N: Have you ever hated the fact that when you are playing hide ad seek, you can never find the last person. Well, part of this one-shot came from the point stated above and also I suddenly needed to write something although I finished a chapter of my series before-hand. This is actually pretty much a different writing style that I'm used to so send me reviews or flame me, both are fine.