Breaking Point
Transcription of my Hungarian PoT fanfic
The weather was a nice and sunny, though a bit chilly. The wind brought salty scent from the sea. On Kanagawa prefecture's train station a bunch of boys were happily babbling about their upcoming tennis tournament. They waited the tournament excitedly, though with a lot of confidence. Always win; it was their motto, their mantra, their faith, their religion. To live up to their reputation and fulfill their goal: have the third consecutive win and be number one.
The captain of the team was slowly walking after the others, smiling to himself as he listened to the happy conversation. In front of him the team's fukubuchou was disciplining their second year devil, who tried to explain his slip of words, of course, in vain. The captain only smiled sweetly while watching this oh so familiar scene.
Suddenly, as he moved, his legs seemed to become numb a bit. He stopped for a moment. But the strange feeling didn't go away. Rather, it was spreading upward. He tried to move again, but his legs didn't obey. Confused, he tried again, but in vain. Frowning, he wanted to rub his temple in frustration only to find that his arm won't obey, either. The puzzlement turned into panic as he struggled to move his body. But he only managed to fall over like a ragdoll, as his body miserably failed him.
A line of cold sweat was running down on the side of his face. He tried to move, but couldn't feel his own body. Helplessly sprawled over the cold stone, he could only think about how they must get their third win, no matter what. For the team and for the school. But this treacherous body of his, it restrains him. Can't feel it, can't control it. If not capable to simply stand up on his own from the dirty pavement of the station, then how could he possibly manage to grab the racquet and lead his faithful team to victory against the opponents? The feeling of panic, rage, sorrow and bitterness was whirling inside, as all of his desires and wishes became shackled just moments ago.
How can dreams be broken so easily? From one moment to another, every failproof plan turns into nothing and the future is hidden behind a mystic fog.
The cold wind carried the agonized cries faraway.
"Yukimura!"