One Last Game
One Last Game
Disclaimer: To my dear readers, or at least for those of you who review (jk jk), I (unfortunately) do not own the gorgeous Fuji Syusuke (isn't he hot?) or any of the hot tennis players (Echizen Ryoma, Tezuka Kunimitsu, Kikumaru Eiji, Atobe Keigo, hello, Yukimura Seichi?) mentioned in this story. The only thing I own is the plot, and the title of the story so please don't steal either of those. Borrowing without permission with no intention of returning is not permitted either. Unless that is, you really want me to bug Kei-Kei-kun (Atobe Keigo) and get him to sue you for all you're worth. He's really dramatic when it comes to suing people…I think he enjoys beating people through threatening lawsuits…or maybe because Fuji's the judge and Tezuka's a lawyer (see "Guardianship of a Cat by mimikitty. It's fun for anyone who would like to see Ryoma sue Atobe to get Karupin back…with Fuji as a sadistic judge and Tezuka as Ryoma's lawyer!)
However, for those interested there is a limited time offer to join forces in kidnapping Fuji Syusuke, just because he's oh-so-hot. After I have kidnapped this cutie (no seriously, he's uber kawaii!), I will put together another team to steal Tezuka Kunimitsu, (gods he is shmexy!) and Ryoma Echizen (the cute, snarky little brat.) Please send all replies in the form of a review because I desperately need them. Also all types of critism (even flames if constructive in any way) are appreciated. And remember; only you can save the trees. (Smokey the Bear…lol! Total Randomness.)
Fuji: Saa…does that mean I get to play with Kuni-kun and Ryo-baby while I'm captive? That sounds like fun!
Me: Completely, in fact you can chain them to your legs if you want to.
Fuji: That sounds yummy…
Me: No wonder he's so hot…
Ryoma: Mada Mada Dane…
Tezuka: Don't get careless.
Fuji: Saa…no one trust me these days…
Me: I wonder why (still gawking at the gorgeousness of the three guys)
Fuji: Hmmm this sounds like a fun story…
Ryoma: Oh no you don't…we only need one sacrifice…bye Buchou!
Tezuka: I let my guard down…
Fuji: (chases after Ryoma anyways) but I like them feisty…
Ryoma: Start the story now! Maybe it'll get this sex-deprived beast away from me!
Fuji: Saa…I thought you loved me (pouts) And I'm not a sex-deprived beast! You're so mean Ryo-baby!
Me: Okay starting story…and then running for my life…Wait I forgot to kidnap Syusuke!
Tezuka: Start the story…you're safer without him…
Me: (looks confused but starts story anyways) okay….
Ryoma: Mada Mada Dane (blows Syusuke a kiss and then runs like there's Inui Juice)
Note: This will be from Fuji's POV because it's hard for me to write from a narrators POV…but if enough people request it, I'll give it a shot.
Prologue (you can skip the prologue if you don't like really fluffy half-poetry stuff)
I remembered that game like no other. I remembered your haunting smile…that never dropped, even at the end. When you told me the truth... Echizen Ryoma, you stood by my side. And that day, right before, you asked for a game. One final game. Your last game.
You knew, Ryoma. I swear you knew…and I didn't. Why didn't you tell me? You knew it was your last. You knew your eyes would stop. You knew it was over. You knew it was the end.
Ryo-baby…My Ryo-baby. You beat me, 6 games to Love. And then your eyes…they couldn't take it anymore. They closed…and you knew it'd happen. They closed, entirely, and they didn't open again. Your cat eyes were gone, at the blink of an eye; your cat eyes could never be seen again. I missed them already. I could never see your smile, your smirk, ever again.
You left your life, in the dust, forever.
Today I walked to your room, the white room at the hospital, the one that always crowded. Your fans, your friends, your family, I swim past them all. I need to see you, for the first time since that game. I was willing to take a risk, to take a chance…to see that smile, that smirk once more. Chances were, it'd be gone. But I needed to see it, I needed to see you. Echizen Ryoma…I love you.
I stood at the door, unable to move. I blended into the crowd of people, and yet I stood out. Or at least I felt as if I stood out. Then the people dribbled out slowly, and the rest faded from my mind. I could see them, I don't know why. Maybe it was because I didn't care about them…or at least not as much as I cared about you.
Now…it was just you, and me.
One Last Game (the start of the story)
"Ryoma," I said.
"Aren't you glad?" He responded. I blinked and stared around the room again stopping when I got to Ryoma's bed. I really didn't understand how I could be happy about any of this!
"My last game was yours…"
"Ryo-baby," I said, sadistically sweet, and then changing into a yell. "None of that matters to me as much as you do! And you're sitting here blind…pretending to smile…you look just like me."
"My last game was yours, as am I." He said, shocking me speechless. I didn't understand how out tennis prince, who was later dubbed an ice prince as well, could be so emotional.
He smiled again. I was surprised he could smile at all. " I probably do look like you don't I?" Oops…I must've really touched a nerve there…seeing as he can't see.
"Saa…" he said, replicating my tone and my expression, "demu (but) your eyes are open, Syusuke-sempai." I coughed; the sempai thing and the first name thing really did not mix well.
"I can't see…but it's like tennis. I can feel you, I can hear you, hell I can smell you! You eat way too much wasabi…" He sniffed for a moment. "And vanilla too. How can you smell like wasabi and vanilla at the same time!" I laughed; it was as if he was here to comfort me, not the other way around.
I smiled, genuinely. Ryoma noticed, and returned the gesture. There were a few unwanted moments of silence before I raised the untouched topic. The whole tennis team had voted for me to be the one to ask him. They all missed him. And I, as his three-year boyfriend now, was definitely no exception.
"Ryoma, I won the photography contest, the one that I was all excited about last week."
He smiled. "I remember you bringing your camera to school and then even to my room, trying to explain to me what your pictures looked like. I still think Eiji's description was the best." I remembered the frustrated look my redheaded friend had when he tried to explain to Ryoma just how amazing the pictures were.
-Flashback-
"It's really cool! Hoi Hoi! And the rainbows are so pretty! Hoi Hoi! Nya! And I love the way he made the merry go around (nya!) look all sparkly with the sun thing (nya!!) and…"
"I don't understand Kikumaru-sempai. It's a bit difficult to understand you with all the hoi hoi's and nya's mixed in there…" He smiled.
"Ummm…well, nya, it's shockingly pretty. Hoi, Hoi it's really pretty?"
"How shocking Kikumaru-sempai? As shocking as you actually daring to kiss Oishi in public?" He smirked.
"Nya, no more than that…besides I did that last week, nya."
"Really, Kikumaru-sempai?" He was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.
"OOPS! Oh well, you won't tell Momo, will you? As long as the big blabbermouth doesn't find out I'll be safe!"
-End Flashback-
"Saa…it seems as though those times were so long ago."
"Don't say that Ryoma, it makes you sound old." I frowned, and then smiled again, to show that it was a joke.
He smiled back. Then smirked, "Mada Mada Dane, Syusuke."
I smiled…and then proceeded to ask the question of death, the one I was elected to ask because nobody wanted to be doomed for eternity and decided that if there was going to be a sacrifice it just had to be me. Or maybe they just thought I might be able to get Ryoma to say yes, but to me it's the same difference.
"Ryoma, I want you to…undergo surgery. There has to be something to stop you from becoming permanently blind! We'll even get Tezuka to go with you, discard those glasses…"
"I like the glasses." He said, stubborn as ever.
"Do you like being blind?" I asked him, I was on the verge of losing it. I was going to lose my cool, and a prodigy NEVER looses his cool. Not even when his boyfriend is about to go blind forever and you have one last chance to stop it. Okay, maybe a prodigy can lose his cool now.
And I did. "You knew you were going to go blind and you still played that game Ryoma! Why. Nande! NANDE!!" I broke into tears. "Why," I whispered, "Why won't you try just this once to save your sight? I have enough money from the contests!"
"It was never about the money, Syusuke."
"Then why?"
"I suppose I'll have to tell you the truth." He smiled at me apologetically. "The doctor said…that because this loss of sight was supernatural…there's no surgery for my blindness. And when it heals, it'll just turn into a normal blindness, and then I'll have to go through surgery. So basically, it'll either heal by itself or not at all."
I stood shocked, and it showed. I felt as though Ryoma was truly being ripped away from me. I was standing next to him, and yet…
"Gomen Syusuke. It's set in stone, my last game was yours as am I."
Can I please have some feedback? I'd like to know whether or not you liked it, if it was too long/too short and whether I should leave this as a oneshot, or add chapters. I'm still not sure, but I really wanted to write this as a oneshot, but if I get even one or two requests to make this a story I'll change it. Until I make I final decision, I'll leave this story as In-Progress.