Well, this is my first PoT fic! It's my latest obssesion. I don't know what happened because I was CRAZY about Outsiders and now all of a sudden Prince of Tennis was introduced to me by one of my friends and I was totally HOOKED. But worry not, Outsiders fans! I still haven't forgotten about my Outsiders fics. It's just been so busy at the end of the year, with dances and awards nights and I just graduated two days ago (O.O), so I haven't had much time to work on them. But now that it's summer, I'll try to stay on task, 'kay? Love you lots!
Everybody sees it's you / I'm the one that's lost the view
"... and the guest room is over there. You can use it if you want to."
Eiji nodded silently, looking down at his chest where his arms were wrapped around it tightly, his jacket draped over them. "Thanks for everything, Oishi. I appreciate it." The younger tennis player's voice was quiet and hoarse. Oishi gave his friend a sympathetic look before placing a hand on the redhead's shoulder.
"Hey," Oishi said softly. "Everything will be okay, Eiji. You can stay here for as long as you need. My family doesn't mind your company."
Eiji nodded once again, looking up and blinking back tears. "Yeah. I know, nya," Eiji whispered thickly, his voice sounding more like a whimper. Without hesitation, Oishi wrapped his arms around the shaking shoulders of his doubles partner and pulled him close. He was slightly surprised at how fiercely Eiji hugged him back, the jacket lying abandoned on the ground.
"You're okay, Eiji. You're okay. I gotcha," Oishi murmured reassuringly, hoping the broken boy in his arms heard him past his gasping and sobbing. They remained like that for a short while before Eiji froze, completely still of all movement, at a frantic knock at the door. Eiji moved away from Oishi and stared at him fearfully.
"That's him, I know it is," Eiji said, looking almost terrified. He reached out and made a desperate grab at Oishi's arm, who had turned to answer the door. "Don't let him in, Oishi. Please." The sight of a panic-striken Eiji, tears tracking down his face and pleading, was heart-wreching to Oishi. Most was that he knew he was going to listen to his friend and not let that person in; it would not help the redhead in the slightest. Oishi nodded, gently prying Eiji's hand off his arm. The knocking grew persistant, more urgent.
"Alright. I won't. I'll take care of it," Oishi said. Eiji spared the door a frightened glance and turned back to Oishi. He swallowed hard and nodded reluctantly, looking down.
"Okay." Oishi headed into the hallway and toward the door. The knocking grew louder and this time Oishi could hear muffled shouts coming from the outside. As quickly as he could, he opened the door before it could get kicked in. He glared at the person standing there.
"Oishi."
Oishi folded his arms over his chest. "What do you want, Fuji?"
"Where is he? Where is Eiji? I need to speak to him!" Fuji said urgently. Oishi stayed put, not moving an inch to let the tensai in. "I know he's here! Please, Oishi! I need to explain to him - "
Oishi scoffed. "Explain? What is there to explain? Eiji pretty much figured it all out when he saw you and Tezuka in bed together!" Oishi said the last statement as a fierce whisper, unheard to the acrobat inside.
Fuji winced. "That was a mistake," Fuji said desperately. "Please, Oishi! I have to speak to him!"
"No."
One simple word triggered something inside Fuji and before he knew it, he had already shoved aside his fellow teammate and entered the house, wandering the hallways all while looking for Eiji. Oishi cursed under his breath and closed the door shut before quickly following Fuji.
"Fuji, stop!" Oishi said, trying in vain to stop the determined tensai from going any further into the house. "You already have him hurt bad, and this isn't going to do anything to help him!" Oishi finally managed to maneuver around Fuji and block his way. Fuji almost growled in frustration.
"Oishi. Please step aside."
The usually calm tennis player shook his head, looking furious. "Fuji, doing this now isn't going to solve anything. Forcing Eiji to even look at you after what happened is going to hurt him worse!"
Fuji didn't want to hear it and once again shoved past the younger tennis player, as Oishi had feared. Eiji was in the room only a few feet away from them, and Fuji was heading there now.
"Fuji, wait - " Oishi knew his words to stop the older boy were in vain and he moved forward as Fuji entered the room. Fuji paused after he stepped a few feet into the room. Oishi moved around him and at once realized what happened; the room was empty. There was no sign of the upset redhead that had been there only moments before.
"Eiji!" Oishi called back out into the hallway. Maybe Eiji had left the room while him and Fuji were arguing.
No answer.
As Oishi turned back into the room, he spotted the tensai picking up something from the floor.
Eiji's jacket.
"Oishi." Fuji voice sounded anxious, scared. Oishi followed his gaze and understood.
The window was open.
Everyone says we're through / I hope you haven't said it too
As most of you probably got by now, this is a yaoi fic about Fuji and Eiji. This story was inspired by the song Crawl by Chris Brown and an episode of Supernatural (another show I'm hooked on). Basically follow the lyrics of the song and you can understand what happens later on in the story. But watch the episode I'm talking about (Children Shouldn't Play With Dead Things) and you might think Eiji is going to die. But that not going to happen at all! I love Eiji too much to kill him off in the first fic I'm writing about him!
First time ever writing about this type of anime, so if you have anything that could help me out, please be nice about it! Constuctive critism allowed, but no flames!
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