A Prince of Tennis fanfic.
SanaYuki pairing.
Rating: T - for suggesting shonen ai pairing and also violence
Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi.
Author's note: Even though I've written so many fanfics for SanaxOC and YukixOC, this is my first SanaYuki fic. So don't be surprised if it's bad. I really would like their relationship to be closer than it would in this fanfic. But I've decided not to. I will keep this one rated T. I wrote this hoping to give myself an answer of why Sanada is so dedicated to Yukimura. Please enjoy and if you don't like it, I'm sorry. Please be warned, this is shonen ai and edging on yaoi. Please review.
And it's best if you read this in 3/4 or 1/2 because the paragraphs looks really bad on full screen.
Chapter.1 - Our first meeting
He was soft spoken and gentle. Framed by wavy hair which seemed to be tinged blue under the sun, he was beautiful like his charming personality. Many of his friends and admirers called him a 'prince', in reference to his good looks and pleasing character, but when he stepped onto the tennis court, his usually kind eyes would be piercingly sharp and his expression firm and merciless; he was a decimator when it came in terms with tennis. He did not pay attention to the feelings of his team mates, pointing out our mistakes dispassionately and destroying us in bagel matches. His words were the commandments to the team and it did not matter to us how harsh his words were – because he was the captain and he was always right. We would follow him, even to the end of the earth, with absolute loyalty and obedience.
I would do whatever Yukimura's commands order me to. His wish was always my command. No matter how selfish or how unreasonable the orders are, I would always follow them. I would always follow them as I swore to myself three years ago.
I met him at the finals of the elementary school tennis competition. At first sight, he looked fragile and I wondered if he could last a match with me. He seemed so sluggish, moving around the court lazily and only catching the ball by the frame of his racquet. I could feel my anger rising. Why couldn't he just take our match seriously? He continued on slowly with a satisfied smile. I frowned deeply and scowled and smashed his lob. How dare this weakling be so relaxed?
"Ne." They wavy haired boy called for my attention as we swapped sides. His voice was soft just as I expected but to my alarm, it had an edge of superiority and sympathy. Was he being sorry for me? "Sanada-kun, right? You're the first person who hasn't forfeited against me after fifteen minutes." He smiled sweetly and I felt stunned for a moment. What did he mean?
I found out seven minutes later what he meant. As I laid on the court, sweat streaming down my face, he crouched next to me, smiling. Half surprised, half relieved, I noticed the absence of mockery, the smile instead conveying appreciation. "You're great at tennis, Sanada-kun."
"Sure… losing 6-2 makes me great, doesn't it?" I said sarcastically. I bent down to pick up my cap and turned away. I hadn't had such a lost even when I first started playing tennis. And I felt shattered. I knew that it would have been a 6-0 loss if Yukimura hadn't slacked off at the beginning.
There was a disturbance behind us. We turned around and a boy with glasses stepped into the court. "Sanada-kun, right?" The boy said arrogantly, yet too calmly for my liking. "May I have a match with you?" I frowned but refusing would make me a coward. Reluctantly, I agreed.
I felt crushed. 6-1 and 6-0. I felt my strength slipping away and tears welling up in my eyes. Yukimura was now challenging the boy he called 'Tezuka-kun'. The match was intense and Yukimura was serious, his slack attitude nowhere to be seen.
The match ended with a tiebreak, 7-6 in Yukimura's favour. But just barely. Both Yukimura and Tezuka were lying on the court, panting heavily. The shook hands when they could finally stand and Tezuka left swiftly after that.
Yukimura took a big gulp from his water bottle and smiled. He took my hand and shook it. "If luck would have it, I'll meet you in another final." He stood up and with a wave of his hand, he left. "Goodbye, Sanada-kun." His silhouette slowly faded away along with the golden setting sun. I stared at his back, wondering what I thought of this enigmatic boy. I sighed as I silently swore my victory at my next match with Tezuka and Yukimura.
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