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Prince of Tennis © Takeshi Konomi /SHUEISHA Inc. (1999) I don't own anything but the story. I hope you'll all enjoy it.
Kibou Anime Mix Theatre And Lune Manganime Productions
Present : Atobe Keigo and Kikumaru Eiji in
A King's Nostalgic Love
He sat on a chair near the window in the empty room just staring outside. He wondered about what had happened and felt that the rain was a reflection of his heart. He saw the raindrops dripping down the window hoping he could erase the past with the rain. He closed his eyes remembering what had happened in that same room only a week ago.
He remembered his lover's caress, how he would pass his warm hands brushing his cheeks softly, his fingers through his hair, watching his eyes so full of love. He loved the way he would hug him from the back and playfully pull him inviting him to join him in his bed games. He would tease him biting his ears or his lips and then moving away forcing him to get close to him. How did he fall in love with someone like him, so playful and cheerful, so dependant of him, who forced him to change to please him in any possible way? He still wasn't sure how it happened, he only knew he couldn't stand being without him and thought of him all the time.
He opened his eyes with a smile on his face remembering his sweet laugh and his beautiful smile. He seemed so confident and strong yet so fragile. He was afraid of holding him so tight that he would break, but he wanted to hold him tightly against him to feel his warm and never wanted to let him go.
Never let him go…
He kept thinking that the fragile and dependable one was him. Not hearing of him, not seeing him, not holding him drove him mad. He was going insane because he didn't have him by his side anymore. He would do anything to have him back in his arms, to hold him tight, to see his sleeping face as he held him in the night, to hear him whispering his name with his sweet melodious voice. That would never happen again. He had made a terrible mistake and was paying for it. He would truly pay for making him suffer.
He let him go…
He pushed him away…and it was all his fault.
He looked at the people walking down the street with their umbrellas. Watching couples, holding hand and walking together made him sad. He used to walk with him holding hand too. When it was cold he liked taking his hand and putting it in his pocket to keep it warm and he would blush. He loved the way he blushed. He truly was very shy, which contrasted his very outgoing attitude. It was I side he loved about him, a side of him that only he knew about. He realized he stopped taking his hand and kept to himself a lot, too much.
He sighed as he thought of all the other things he stopped doing for his loved one and the things he did that shouldn't have done, words he said that he shouldn't have and words that he wouldn't say.
He had forgotten how normal it was to him to play around with his friend. There was never something serious, but it was always good and fun. Ordering others around was what he always did, it was what he was best at. His dear friend was used to that, he liked that. He never minded being order around, he found it fun. They both thought it was fun. He never realized how wrong it was because it was something they always did. He had always liked his friend, but he didn't love him as intensely as he did him.
His cell phone rang. He looked down at his pocket and stared at it for a moment. He looked up and stared at the window. He took it out of his pocket a while after it had stopped ringing and looked at the number registered. Not him. He had been calling him the whole week. He'd been sending him presents and flowers and all sort of things. He even kept going to his house and school to look for him. It was no good. His love didn't want to see him, hear of him nor forgive him.
Nothing matter to him if he didn't have him by his side. No matter how hard he tried, he hadn't done what was needed at the right time, he'd pay the price of his mistake, he had to suffer for not seeing the suffering he caused his loved one. He had ruined everything.
Him, such a proud person, so secure of himself, so determined and focused. He was brave and courageous. He didn't mind confronting those who challenged him. He knew at what he was good at and knew when it was right to go all out and when not. Except in love. It wasn't his area of expertise. He didn't know how to control his emotions for others even if he thought he did, specially his feelings for him. He didn't realize when he wasn't going all out for him. He felt so stupid, and he had never felt that way before.
He stood up from the chair and walked to the hallway, he looked to the room opposite to where he was and as he watched the empty place tried to recreate in his mind the way it had looked before, so lively, so full of things, so full of him. He hit the door before walking to the stairs; he went down, took his umbrella and left the house. Perhaps the memories of the time they spent together would stay in the house as he left, perhaps they'd get washed away with the falling rain if he closed his umbrella, and maybe, just maybe, he'd be able to win his love and trust again. He hoped, that the next number calling on his phone were his. And just maybe, as the rainclouds disappeared and the sun shone once again, he could hold him in his arms again and tell him how much he loved him.