This just wasn't happening…
It was all a nightmare that he was going to wake up from…
Kami-sama why wasn't he waking up?
Why was this horrible dream turning into reality?
He'd failed. The only thing in his life that he'd taken completely seriously, (well other than both tormenting and ensuring the safety of his otouto) and he'd failed. He was a tensai and as such had never before truly known the bitter taste of absolute failure, because he was a tensai and tensai just didn't fail at whatever they attempted, hence why they were referred to as tensai. But it had happened, and it just had to happen in regards to one of the most important people in his life, and if he were to be completely honest with himself the most important person in his life, valued above even his own blood.
Resting one hand against a pale cheek tenderly, Fuji's eyes snapped up to meet the concerned face of Eiji while the acrobat squeezed his tense shoulder comfortingly. Swallowing against the hard lump of emotion in his throat, Fuji gingerly maneuvered the small body in arms as he rose from his kneeling position. Determinedly keeping his eyes away from the sight of Echizen's family, Fuji carefully carried his burden into the quiet house.
"We should take him to the hospital, Fuji." Oishi replied worriedly, his motherhen instincts kicking into overdrive at the sight of their kouhai looking so pale and bloody.
"And what we would tell them, Oishi? That he was attacked by a bunch of people wearing black robes and white masks? That we saw one of them vanish in front of us?"
"We can't take care of him here Fuji!" Oishi whispered furiously, his eyes alight with determination to make the tensai understand. "This isn't something we can just put a band-aid over."
"Unless he tells me otherwise, we'll have to." Fuji replied, his voice containing barely controlled anger. "And since he can't, we'll just have to take care of him the best we can here. He wouldn't want to leave and you know it just as well as I do, Oishi."
Cringing at the commanding voice of their buchou, Eiji stood abruptly from where he'd collapsed onto the sofa. Bowing with his hands clasped together in front of him, Eiji squeezed his eyes shut tightly as he spoke rapidly. "Gomen ne, nya! But I can't tell you, Tezuka-buchou."
"Promise?" Momo repeated, his face flushing with anger. "Echizen's family are outside dead, and Echizen is upstairs with Oishi-sempai and you think that we don't have a right to know what trouble he's gotten mixed up in!"
"Yes." Fuji smiled, the look in his sapphire eyes chilling as they stared at each member of the team in turn. "Ryoma's lost quite enough tonight without us adding broken faith into the mess. So until he wakes up, I suggest that you remain patient and wait for him to tell you if that's what he wants. In the meantime, why don't you call your families and let them know that you'll be staying here."
And there you have a happy little preview from the first chapter of my PoT/HP story. I got rather irritated at the lack of good ones out there so I decided that I should do something about it instead of whining about it and here you have it. I'll have the complete chapter up soon depending on how much I'm able to write with both school and work. Let me know what you think.