Disclaimer - Don't own Gravitation. There, short, sweet and to the point. …That reminds me of Hiei…weird…well, the short and to the point part. (sweat drop)
AN - No romance what-so-ever and hopefully will be the serious fic I intend it to be. Also, it is no way connected with my fics of Suguru's past or family. This is just a small one-shot that I wrote before I ever figured how I was going to portray Suguru's family. (Ex - Sou, Kuro, Suki) So, just cause they call him Soujiro Hawasaki, it doesn't mean anything. So…yeah…
Summary - To everyone, the only time Suguru seemed content was when he was at his keyword, playing away, but that's not at all true. For Suguru, he got his motivation, his drive,from being on the streets, with only his fist. It seems your talent isn't always your passion…
Pairing - None… Suguru-centered.
Talent and Passion
One-shot
Fingers tensed over the keys, the brows furrowed in thought, a frown appeared, his mind fully focused on the keyboard in front of him and he began. His fingers flew over the keys with grace, never missing a beat and his normally stern face turned soft, the frown dispersing. His eyes were closed and the small smile that the Fujisaki's and Seguchi's were famous for appeared, though it was just a bit different, it was a bit sad…and fake...
He was playing for a benefit concert and he was only twelve. It was seven and already pretty dark. Candles were placed on the stage, the only light, and in the glow of the light, the small boy who always seemed to have his back hunched over his keyboard actually looked his age. That was a amazing feat for the small Fujisaki, but he didn't know a thing. He was just playing his music.
But…that image of the boy was forever embedded in the minds of the people that watched him, even as he grew up. That look of content that really wasn't.
And now, he's sixteen, and that look of fake content is still the same.
He was playing once again, this time only for himself, or so he thought. He was playing the same piece he had played all those years ago, eyes closed and small smile in place. And when he finished, he finished with a small, sad sigh, eyes still closed.
"…Suguru?" A hesitant voice asked.
His head snapped up in shock, only to meet the looks of his two band mates, Hiro and Shuichi.
He blinked. "O-oh. Nakano-san, Shindo-san! I though you left!" He stuttered, surprised.
"Uh…no…" Hiro said smiling. "We - You know, you looked different when you were playing. What happened?" He asked, asking a different question then what he had originally wanted to ask.
"I-uh…" Suguru mumbled, trying to come up with a answer.
"I know… You were actually having fun! Weren't you, Fujisaki!" Shuichi cried out, laughing.
Suguru glanced to the side, but quickly enough so the others didn't see. "Um…"
"Why don't you look like that all the time?" Shuichi asked. "You always seem so serious!"
"I, well…" He tried starting.
"And you actually looked content and stuff…" Shuichi stated, cutting him off once more.
"Shuichi, let the guy talk." Hiro laughed.
"No, no, it's okay." Suguru stated, waving his hands defensively. "It's all right."
"So…I guess you were happy when playing, weren't you Fujisaki? I mean, it got rid of that serious thing you always do!" Shuichi joked.
Suguru said nothing and only stared at Shuichi. "No…"
"…What?" Shuichi muttered.
"What's that s'possed to mean, Fujisaki?" Hiro asked, confused.
Suguru's small smile crept back up to his lips. "Nothing, nothing…" And then he walked out the door, calling back cheerfully, "See you, Nakano-san, Shindo-san!"
Hiro and Shuichi glanced at each other and nodded.
… … … …
"…They don't understand me at all, do they? Or they would of known that was only a façade, a stupid, childish façade." Suguru muttered as he walked home, gripping his book bag's straps tightly. He held his head high, not down as he did when he played and his eyes were open, narrowed slightly, not closed like when he was playing. Truthfully, when he wasn't playing, he was a totally different person. But that person never came out expect some times; when he was on the shadowed streets.
"Hey, Hawasaki."
And that person's name was Soujiro Hawasaki.
Suguru, AKA - Soujiro, stopped, fiery eyes staring straight ahead as he heard cloth rustling to the side. In a matter of moments, he was surrounded.
"I see you have enough nerve to come back into our turf, even after that little stunt you pulled yesterday." A heavy-built man asked roughly, popping his knuckles as he stepped into the light of one of the lamps, which dotted the street.
"Zawa-san." Soujiro replied coldly, though still with a hint of politeness. "I see your wounds have healed. How…unfortunate."
The man twitched. "How nice of you to bring them up."
"Right…now, if you would be so kind as to step aside, I would like to get home before my shows start." Soujiro stated, polite voice gone, now a bored tone taking its place.
The man glared. "…Get him." He growled.
And the twenty-some men were on Soujiro.
"Idiots…" He muttered and he began the fight.
From the left; he's the fastest, Soujiro thought and he stepped back, the man missing his jab by a mile. Soujiro smirked slightly, and fell back, using his arms to lean back against the cold pavement and kick the man in the chin as he sped past.
One down… From the back. He flipped back, landing in a crouch, still facing the man he had been talking to moments ago and without even breaking eye-contact with the leader, drew a two small knifes from his boots. They were through the next attacker's ankles in an instant.
Two… And two others were already closing in; he only stepped back once and grabbed the two's head, slamming them both into the pavement.
Four… One from the front…easy… A jab. Five… And another one. He twisted around, and once he neared the completion of his turn, he stuck his clenched fist out, hitting the man in the stomach. Six…
Someone grabbed him around the neck, but he didn't panic. Instead, he hung limp a few seconds until four had grabbed him. Eyes half-lidded and a small, true smile on his lips he brought his knee up, catching one in the stomach. I guess they weren't as strong as they used to be, it was way to easy. Once free of one, he shifted his attention to the other. He smirked and drew a dagger, twisting out of all of their' grips and spinning while slashing them all across the chest with a deep enough wound to keep them at bay for the next 3 minutes.
Ten…
And that's when he knew, he was actually happy. Oh, yes, he was happy when he was playing his keyboard, but this is was he'd been raised to do, and doing that was what made him the happiest at the moment. Ridding the world of scum that thought they were the toughest. What simple-minded fools…
The other ten should be a piece of cake…
And that's when a brown smudge caught his eyes. Smirking, he grab the stick, jumped back a few feet and planted his feet firmly on the ground. Then, pushing himself off at a light run, he went at the first one in his path. He only sped past him, aiming the thorn on the side of the stick at the back of his knee, the other, coming in slightly from the right, was down the same way.
Twelve…
The next one was harder, he had a more heavy build, unlike those scrawny idiots and he was taller. Perfect…
He never faltered in his running and when only a few feet apart, brought the stick up to slam it into the other man's shoulder. The punch aimed for him only grazed his cheek and he brought his knee up to the others gut, blood spurting out of the gangsters mouth.
Thirteen…
Three at the same time… He took only a moment to think and slid to a stop, going down to his knees, one leg springing out to knock them all of their feet.
Sixteen…Four left…
He giggled, yes, giggled. This was getting fun. And to think, it'd only been two minutes maybe?
The next two were ones Soujiro had been pitted against often and he knew exactly how to take them down. He'd purposely always beaten them on one-side, but the two were always to stupid to remember, but this time, it seemed luck was on their side. The sides were totally different, they having changed their usual spots. So, he went with just upper-cutting them, eh, it worked. He'd done that plenty of times and it seemed their jaws still hadn't healed from last time.
And now it only left the Leader and his right-hand man.
"Ugh…" Soujiro grunted as he was punched in the cheek. Dang it, how could he have missed that. Now, he was mad, but still amazingly happy still.
He fell back again, leaning his hand against the pavement and aiming a kick to the right hand man's face, which connected and knocked him down.
Smirking in satisfaction, Soujiro jumped up and faced the Leader, the whole gang lying, defeated behind him. He checked his watch. "Three minutes and 40 seconds. Let's make it an even four."
And with that, he sped up to the idiot, aiming a punch at the man's gut, though he dodged, barely. But, Soujiro had anticipated the move as he saw the man tense to spin to the side, so he did his own spin and caught the man on the side "Heh." Soujiro muttered as he brought his left fist up and punched the leader in the nose.
"Damn you…" The Leader grunted, stumbling back.
Soujiro only smiled and then, kicked him on the side of the head, efficiently knocking him out. He checked his watch. "Uh…Three minutes and 58 seconds…that sucks!" But that's all he said as he walked away and once he was exactly twenty feet away from the fighting grounds, he stopped.
His eyes closed and he lowered his head, reverting to Suguru Fujisaki once again. "Tohma's gonna scream my head off. No…wait…he's gonna cut away from my arcade time…Dang it."
But what he didn't know was that two pairs of eyes were watching him and this time, his real content look had been seen. Hopefully, they'd keep their mouths shut about this whole encounter and I believe they did, though I think for the reason of not being brutally murdered then the whole friend factor. Idiots…
END
AN - I did it! I made a serious fic, with an actually decent fight scene! Well…I think it's decent… It is decent, right? Once again, not at all connected with any other fics of mine concerning Suguru's past or family.