Eternal.Angel
October 1, 2007 to October 13, 2007

Disclaimers: I do not own any part whatsoever of Prince of Tennis.
Summary: One reminisces on her past with a certain tensai and comes to realize the impossible… Enjoy! And don't forget to review please!

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Moving Rejection
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It was all too sudden, shocking, surprising. It was hard to believe that it was true. But everyone who knew him very well, could only tell themselves over and over, that it was nothing but a dream, nothing but an illusion. Although he was not world-known, and the entire Earth did not weep for him, he was still a star to his family, his friends, and his fans.

But one certain person did not weep for him; not for his personality, not for his being, not for his tennis skills. She did not even shed a single tear as she watched the coffin being lowered while the wails and cries of his family and friends reverberated through the silence of the cemetery.

She stared hard at the outline of the tomb, noticing its fine curves and the wooden surface of the fine mahogany which built the coffin. It was to be assumed that the passed person's family must have prepared well when choosing the right box for him to lie and sleep forever on. And yet, staring at his peaceful, smiling face did not press pain onto to her heart, chest, or mind. She was just…eying him with interest.

All her life, she had grown fond of the man. He was everything any woman would have wanted – a calm personality, a gentle smile, and a beautiful face that would have seduced and attracted anyone. It actually sprouted from a small crush – passing by him occasionally in the hallways, noticing him play on the school's tennis courts, or smiling the usual as he observed his chattering mates. However, every second that she would notice him over and over, she felt herself falling for him, and soon it had bloomed to love.

And yet, he never noticed her. He only took her as one of those fans, or rather stalkers, who always called him a prince as well as claiming him as their own boyfriend or whatever. She never got the chance to interact with him really; always too afraid that he would reject her.

And yet, this day, he already did.

Tears began to flow down her cheekbones as her eyes turned red and puffy. She slightly hiccupped and covered her mouth with the palms of her hands. She blinked and wiped the tears with the sleeve of her gown and stared at the closing lid of the finely embellished and furnished box. It was the sign of a final farewell to each person he truly treasured…

But she wasn't part of the list at all.

Walking away as her high heel shoes dug deep into the soggy soil and wrapping her blouse close to her chest, she coughed slightly and sped up her pace. She continued to walk further and further away from everything that was happening – the wails and cries of the people, the yearnings of the dead, the sniffles of the runny noses, the blurry vision…her head ached too much these days.

So seriously, what were those tears for? Was she really mourning for him all this time?

I'll cry until I die, following after his footsteps in hope of reaching something…

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Owari
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A/N: I am seriously writing too many OC fics with angst these days… XD …and happy birthday to my dear father, who helps me in math so much! XD Please review and give me any feedback! I am very happy to be criticized because there is always room for improvement. Arigatou!

Ja ne, and I do not own any part of Prince of Tennis!

Eternal.Angel