What Have We Done?
AN: Back with the fifth installment in the Insanity 'verse. This was actually supposed to be the sixth, but the original fifth drabble got ate by the computer and I can't get it back,
Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis. (Sometimes, I'm not even sure I want to own the Insanity 'verse, for fear of what Seigaku would do to me if they found out.)
Seigaku wasn't always insane. Ryuuzaki-sensei can still remember a time when Seigaku was what it appeared to be, and nothing more. When the team played only for the love of the game, win or lose.
She sometimes wonders if the way the current regulars turned out is her fault. After all, when most of them were freshman, she had left it to the current captain and older players to actually run the club. Sumire is almost certain that it was this inattention that allowed for the deadly foundations to be laid.
Most would assume that Fuji Syuusuke was the one to make the first crack in the walls of Seigaku's sanity. After all, the sadism of the Fuji family is practically legendary.
They are wrong, for it is Tezuka Kunimitsu that is the center of Seigaku's team.
Just like all great things, the cracks started out insignificant, merely slivers of anger in one young boy's soul. Those who wielded the hammer are even more meaningless, just two nameless thugs who let their anger overcome their self preservation.
He may have been just a freshman, but his genius was already visible to those who knew where to look. And at the core of every genius is a spark of madness, just waiting for a chance to break out.
Tezuka Kunimitsu's arm was injured that day, but that was not the only thing hurt. Seeing the sport he loved degraded in the hands of jealous petty little monsters snapped something deep inside him, setting that spark of insanity free to grow.
Kunimitsu hears the snap, feels it, but when he looks around, he sees nothing broken. The freshman doesn't realize yet what has happened to him, and right now, it doesn't matter much. Right now, he just needs to get away.
He tells Oishi he's quitting the team, but his excuse sounds feeble to his own ears. All he can think of now is fight or flight, his instincts overriding everything else.
If there had been time and distance, perhaps the break could have been healed. Tezuka would never know, because...
Yamato-buchou didn't let him leave. He was cornered, and flight was no longer an option.
All that was left was to fight.
And so a demon was made, for the path to hell in paved with good intentions, and Tezuka has fallen. Deprived of the ability to hide and lick his wounds, Tezuka lashed out, for the bullies had taught him a lesson and Kunimitsu has always been an avid learner. They had used tennis to hurt, and thus, so would he.
He never stooped to his attackers' level. No, Kunimitsu was a far more dangerous monster than them, for he was clever.
Physical attacks were too crude, too obvious, so instead the boy became a master of the mind. Every opponent who faced him was crushed without mercy, until it was all they could do to stand up again and carry on. And even then, they would never be the same, not after seeing their nightmares reflected in cold hazel eyes.
A monster was born that day, of a coach's inattention, a buchou's good intentions, and two boys with a petty grudge. And now, looking at the team that has built itself around Tezuka Kunimitsu, they all ask themselves one question:
"What have we done?"
AN: So, how was it? I guess the whole idea behind this one was, that even though Fuji is the obviously sadistic one, it's Tezuka that really influences the team into what they've become. Review please!