The Life
Summary: Tezuka's arm was, for better words, special. This is the arm that has helped Seigaku win the Nationals. This was the arm that helped Ryoma find his path. This is the arm that almost became useless. SPOILERS. Tezuryo. Sorta AU. OOC
Rating: PG-13?
AN: Sorry for not posting for a while. This is a 10 min. drabble, so it might suck. AND, I will be updating Tsuki no Hoonou on Labor Day weekend!
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Past
Glasses and a cap were flying. Two children, almost teens, had just bumped into each other.
"Gomen." the older and taller youth said.
"Che." the younger one said, grabbing both the hat and the glasses, putting the hat on and handing the glasses to the older one, before walking off.
Present
He, of course, still remembered. It was flashing in his mind while he was battling Sanada, arm throbbing and swollen. He was trying to draw this match out, just so Echizen could watch. And there was still some time. They were at match point, and Ryuuzaki-sensei just asked for a 5 minute break.
"Momo just called. He'll be here in at least 5 minutes." Ryuuzaki said.
"When'd Momo call, sensei?" Oishi asked.
"Five minutes ago." everybody sweatdropped.
"So that means-" Oishi said, before Kikumaru interrupted him.
"Nya! Oishi, minna! Ochibi's here!" he said, pointing to the North Gate, where the [bratty fan-proclaimed Prince of Tennis was standing. When he got to the court, taking Ryuuzaki's place at the bench, all he said was one word, glaring at Tezuka.
"Forfeit."
Future
"Game and Match! Echizen Ryoma! 7-6! Echizen wins the U.S. Open!" the announcer said as Ryoma executed a perfect drop-shot.
"Good game, Kunimitsu."
"You too, Ryoma." they were at the net, shaking hands, when Ryoma pulled him down for a kiss, which was their normal handshake. (I couldn't word this well, so I'm sorry if this seems confusing.)
When they got back to their hotel room, Ryoma whispered something.
"You know you don't have to lift your arm for me, Kunimitsu. You can use if for yourself now. It's my turn to help." Tezuka just barely, barely, heard it, but he did.
"Arigatou, Ryoma, but spread your wings. I'll always be here to catch you if you fall."
"'Gato, Kunimitsu. Now come on, let's go out to eat. I'm hungry." Ryoma said, pulling Tezuka along. He just smiled and nodded, letting himself be pulled by the not-so-little prince.
Past
"Class, this is Echizen Ryoma. He'll be joining you this year." the sensei said to her fifth grade class.
"Yoroshiku onegaishimasu. Echizen Ryoma desu." a short child said. Tezuka looked surprised. Isn't that the boy I ran into yesterday?
"How old is he, sensei? He doesn't look 11. He looks 7." a random kid asked.
"I'm 9." Ryoma said.
Present
"Forfeit?!?" was what all the Seigaku Regulars were asking.
"That, or destroy your arm. You've been supporting us long enough. Rest, buchou. Senpai-tachi will win, or do you not have faith in us?" Ryoma asked.
"He's right, Tezuka." Fuji said, quietly. Inui nodded. Slowly, everyone else started nodding, Momo and Eiji both saying, "Come on, buchou! Have faith in us! We'll kick their asses!"
Tezuka finally relented, nodding stiffly.
"Arigato, buchou." Ryoma said, bowing.
"Referee! Tezuka Kunimitsu forfeits this match!" Ryuuzaki said.
The ref nodded, and says, "Tezuka Kunimitsu forfeits, Sanada wins, 4-3!" there were cheers from the Rikkai team/ supporters.
Sanada and Tezuka shook hands, before Ryuuzaki took Tezuka to the hospital for a check-up.
"Win." was all Tezuka said.
Future
"Let's go. I'm full." Ryoma said, smiling.
And they walked into the sunset, Ryoma on Tezuka's arm.
It's done! Now all you have to do is Review, and I'll update Tsuki no Hoonou! All flames will be fed to Sanada's FuuRinKanZaiRai (I can't spell it properly. Sorry!)