Written by: Transfer at Drowning Insanity
Credits: I credit Silent for the character thing.
Warnings: Nothing much. No swearing or anything
Disclaimer: We don't own anything. Except for the hair on our heads. Enough said.
Life.
Life has so much meaning to it.
Compared to the world, our lives end in a blink of an eye. If the Earth, or the universe had eyes, if they could see us, our lives would be like a speeding car passing us while we walked down the street.
So what does life really mean?
If our lives are so short, what do we have to live for?
To Tezuka, Fuji always seemed to enjoy life. To see the pretty sunsets, the sunny hills, and the vast oceans were all enjoyable to him.
True. He himself liked to camp and hike, but he just didn't know why he liked those things.
What was the meaning of life? What were we humans supposed to do to 'enjoy' life?
Go out every day? Go to some random mountain every day and enjoy the scenery?
To Tezuka, one of the things he enjoyed the most was playing tennis. But was playing tennis every single day a good thing?
To devote yourself entirely to tennis for your middle school years, and possibly beyond. Was that a good thing?
Would it be better to try other things?
Whenever his teammates went out to celebrate, all he did was just sit there, watching them.
Watching them. He never joined them in celebrating. All he did was just sit there, watching.
But what if one of his teammates died? Or contracted some strange, unknown disease?
Then he wouldn't be able to enjoy the time he had with them. He might not even see them again, ever.
He kept telling himself that it wouldn't happen. That all he had to do was just go on, and continue his attitude.
Maybe it was just how his attitude worked. Maybe it was because his grandfather acted the same way
And maybe it was because of his pride.
Tezuka Kunimitsu, in a way, probably had a bit too much pride.
He was always so cold and arrogant. Just standing there, like a rock.
Perhaps it would be better if he was a rock. So his life wouldn't matter, so he would possibly just stay there forever, unmoving.
That way, he didn't have any feelings at all.
That way, he wouldn't have felt this way when someone died.
What were his feelings? Guilt? Pain?
Emotions swirling inside him, tormenting him in all directions.
To be guilty, just because someone died. And he didn't do anything about it.
At the end of the funeral, he was the only one who didn't say anything.
He just couldn't.
Perhaps it was his pride.
His stupid, idiotic pride.
Fuji...
Can you guess who we are now? Probably yes, probably no. XD
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