I don't own the Prince of Tennis.
All my work is unbeated.
If you hate shounen ai (male/male love) get lost.
This is dedicated to Valentine's Day and the plot bunnies in my head.
I should've known that today was going to be a horrible day; all the signs pointed to it. I should've listened and backed off once the first thing happened. As soon as I woke up at seven in the morning without anyone waking me up I should've stopped. But I didn't, I just shrugged it away as nervousness of finally confessing.
But then all through morning practice my eyes were glued on him, I couldn't even concentrate on my game. I lost. I lost to the ex-regular Taki Haginosuke, 0-6. I couldn't believe it. It seemed that the rules didn't apply to me either since I wasn't kicked off the regulars. Maybe it was his persuasion to our coach; Sakaki always did have a soft spot for him. I should've given up then but once again, I just shrugged it off as nervousness.
All through the day, I didn't once feel sleepy or fall asleep once in class. I think the teachers and my classmates were surprised too. That was the final warning they gave me; and I ignored it.
So I guess it really is my fault that I'm here now…
I had a bad omen for today. I've always listened to my senses; except for today. I'll never doubt my senses ever again (even if today was the first time).
The day went well until morning practice; not to say that morning practices ever went well. I suspected that there was something bothering him since he kept glancing in my direction. Ha. No wonder he lost to Taki. It took awhile to convince Sakaki that he was fine and it was just a bad day; but somehow, I managed to keep him on the regulars.
The rest of the day was fairly normal until afternoon practice. I watched him; he wasn't himself today, he lost again, 0-6 to the regular Ohtori. I pulled him aside to talk to him; that was probably my biggest mistake.
I had thought that it was my chance. I was wrong again; I thought that the day was finally going right. How wrong I was.
I confessed to him. I told him how much I loved him. How I loved him more than anything; more than my family, more than myself. I kept babbling on; it just all leaked out. I couldn't keep it in anymore; everything, my secret love for him just flooded out.
That's when he hit me. He hit me; hard. I couldn't believe it, he had hit me. That's when I saw his eyes; those terrifying eyes that promised destruction, those dark, sharp eyes; they held hurt and fear.
I didn't understand. Why was he hurt? Why was he afraid? Ha. Thinking about my stupidity made me laugh, and laughing hurt my stomach. It didn't matter, since I didn't have time to think about it then; before I knew it he had started hitting me again. It hurt, it hurt a lot. The bruises and cuts I got will probably heal in a month or so. But, for him to hit me like that; it hurt; it hurt so much; he never hit anyone on purpose.
Now that I think of it… I was pretty close to passing out then, until the others came.
I never should have asked him to talk. Never; my senses had already told me not too, but I just HAD to put my duties as their captain ahead of them. But, I never would've guessed what he had to say.
All I could do while he confessed was stare at him. I saw didn't even see him then, I had seen her. All I could think about was her; they were so similar, I couldn't believe it. It hurt to him pour out his whole heart to me; he looked so much like her that it hurt. I didn't want him to; he was being so sincere too; just like she was.
I punched him, as hard as I could. I should've stopped then. I should've controlled my anger. But I couldn't; I just kept hitting him, over and over again. Even when I felt blood on me; I just kept hitting.
Then I felt a hand on my shoulder. I paused and turned around only to be hit. I stumbled back letting go of him. Right now all I can do is repeatedly thank Shishido for hitting me like that; but back then I had been outraged. They had to restrain me in order for me to calm down.
By the time I could think properly again; he was gone. I had seen him leave with my own eyes; he had tears streaming down his red face. I could hear Shishido and Mukahi cursing at me with Ohtori and Oshitari trying to calm them down but I didn't really care. All I could think about was what I had done to him… What I had done to my secret love, Jirou Akutagawa.
Now I'm back home alone and crying in my room. I'm so pathetic. But even a person like me makes decisions. So now I've made one too. From now on, no matter what he does, say or do. I'll ignore him; I'll stay away from him; because I didn't want to see those eyes again. I knew I would see those eyes again, the ones that held hurt in there. I don't know what caused it, but it was obvious that I had just brought it up again. So in order to protect him, I'll stay him from him. Stay away from my love, my buchou, MY Atobe Keigo.
TBC?
I haven't decided if I was going to make another chapter or not, but we'll see. Yes, it's short I know. T.T But it's the same with all my work...
All my work is unbeated and written pretty quickly so please don't criticize it too much. But you're perfectly welcome to criticize the story itself and give more suggestions and what not.