A/N: The short interaction I had with the characters at the end of the prologue was something I always wanted to do! Anyways…Here's the next chapter! Thank you to those who reviewed! Oh and the man was kinda drawing a tattoo on Fuji's arm, but in a more painful, bloody way.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT own the Prince of Tennis manga or anime…I am merely borrowing it for entertainment purposes only. I am not making money off this story.
Warnings: It'll probably end as a slash fic. Slash meaning boy/boy relationship to those who might not know of the term. There's rape, angst, suicide attempts, Fuji's depression, Seigaku's tennis team's anger, maybe some OOCness…and other stuff I don't know right now.
Special Warning: I DO NOT like this chapter. I let my imagination and thoughts get carried away and this is what I get. Remember people: this leak of imagination isn't even a quarter of what's stored in my brain. I'll say it again; I DO NOT LIKE this chapter. Got it? Good.
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Previously:
After the man finished his 'art', adding colors and sorts, he got up and left, leaving Fuji half naked, bruised, bleeding, and laying in a dark alley in the middle of a cool night.
Before Fuji passed out, he moved his tied hands and knocked over a tin garbage can a couple of inches away from his head. The load clang echoed throughout the quiet neighborhood. He cried out as loudly as he could, which was not very load since his throat was dry and voice hoarse from the unheard shouting.
Hopefully, he thought, hopefully someone heard. Yuuta…Stay away from Yuuta… Fuji's vision blurred and a tear fell down his cheek as he fell into a blissful peace.
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Chapter 1: Wake up, Fuji!
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Echizen heard it first. A loud clang echoed from a dark alleyway. He brushed it off, thinking it might be a stray cat or dog, but the sound that followed it was heard clearly by all three of them.
Someone cried out loud.
"Did you hear that?" Momoshiro whispered, "That sounded like someone."
"It sounded like Fuji-senpai," Echizen said as he heading toward the alley.
Momoshiro looked at Echizen worriedly, "It can't-"
"Aniki!" Yuuta rushed past both Seigaku regulars and raced down the alley to the dead end.
A tin garbage can was on the ground, the cause of the loud noise, but…
"See? It couldn't be Fuji-senpai. It's probably a stray animal." Momoshiro went over to pick up the trash can. As he leaned over, he gasped.
"Fuji-senpai…"
Yuuta, hearing his brother's name (A/N: Last name actually, but that's the way Momo addresses Fuji), pushed passed Momoshiro and gasped in shock too.
"ANIKI!"
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A total of fourteen people waited in the waiting room outside of a certain hospital room. Most everyone there was from Seigaku: Tezuka, Echizen, Momoshiro, Oishi, Kikumaru, Kawamaru, Inui, Kaidoh, Ryuzaki-sensei, and the coach's granddaughter, Ryuzaki Sakuno. Yuuta and Yumiko, along with their mother and father, waited worriedly near the hospital room's door. All the other visitors wore similar furious, hurt, worried, sad, and concerned faces.
As the hours passed, the visitors grew anxious. Finally, the doctor entered the waiting room, flanked by two nurses.
The doctor sighed and rubbed his forehead. "I am only allowed to speak with the relatives of the patient."
Yuuta scowled. "Just get it over with. They'll hear about it anyway, besides aniki would want them to hear as soon as possible, sensei."
The doctor sighed again then looked at the clipboard he was holding. "Alright…"
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(A/N: The italics are flashbacks.)
"ANIKI!"
Yuuta bent down and gently pulled Fuji's head onto his lap. Fuji's soft brown hair was matted down and crusted with blood. A cut on his lip was bleeding and bruises ran down his entire body, continuing down until unseen by his pants. His wrists were bruised and cut by the ropes binding him tightly to a pole. Fingernail cuts were bleeding freely on his palm. There was blood dripping freely from his lower half of his body and a hideous mark was carved on Fuji's once soft and smooth lower right arm.
"ANIKI! Wake up! Please wake UP!"
"Oh shit, Echizen! Get the police! Call the ambulance! Call Fuji-senpai's family! Call everyone!"
Echizen, wide-eyed, nodded and ran out the alley way. He, knowing where it was, headed toward Fuji's house, at the same time dialing the emergency number on his cell phone.
"What the hell happened? Yuuta! Cover Fuji-senpai!"
Yuuta somehow found himself frozen as he heard Fuji speak. "Yuuta…Yuuta…"
"Aniki? I'm here! Don't worry you're safe!"
"Yuuta…Don't hurt…Yuuta…"
"Aniki? ANIKI!"
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As sirens came closer and the Fuji family ran toward an alley, led by a kid in a white hat, neighbors started heading out in order to find out what was wrong. Soon afterward, police cars and ambulances rushed past.
A few minutes later, the sirens rushed passed by again, rushing to the hospital. By that time, Seigaku's tennis team was alerted about the condition of their dear friend. Soon, cars were seen heading toward the hospital.
As people burst into the waiting room, they saw Fuji's mother and sister crying, his father comforting them with a grim face, Echizen and Momoshiro waiting not so patiently in a corner, and Fuji Yuuta leaning his head against the wall and occasionally slamming his fist against the wall.
Most of the people who had just barged into the room started asking questions like "Why?", "What?", "How?", "When,", and "Where is he?", until Echizen got fed up and yelled, "SHUT UP!" Since it was quite unusual for Echizen to raise his voice and for him to get as angry as he was now was rare, all the people closed their questions and took a place to sit. Since then, no one had spoken a word.
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"The patient has lost a lot of blood from the wound on the lower part of his right arm. He has bruises; most will go away in few weeks time, but there some that may scar. There is enough evidence to confirm it was rape. However, we checked and confirmed that he has not been infected with any diseases to worry about. Still, he will have to stay for a few nights so we can make sure. We have cleaned and wrapped all cuts and bruises that needed it. We gave him all possible medication to quicken his recovery, but…"
"But…?"
"He hasn't shown any sign of movement or acknowledgment besides the rising of his chest. We could understand that he has gone through a large amount of abuse that no one should ever go through, but he could be very much dead, if not for his heart functioning."
"What are you saying, sensei?"
"We have done our job. Now it's all up to him. He'll come back when he's ready to."
"When he's ready?"
"I'm afraid we can do nothing else then to wait. We can't even check for more serious damages until he wakes up."
"May we see him?" Yuuta asked. Thank god he's alive…
"Few at time only, please…"
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"Aniki, are you going to wake up?" Yuuta watched carefully for any sort of response from his brother. He sighed and rested his head on his hands, which stood on his knees. It was always the same. For the past three weeks that Fuji has been in the hospital, he had not woken up, eaten, or even moved besides he gentle rising of his chest, indicating that he was breathing.
Three weeks had gone by excruciatingly slow. The Seigaku tennis team members, along with Yuuta and Yumiko, have been visiting Fuji everyday now, yet they have not gotten any kind of response. They all missed him.
They missed his soft voice, his soft smile, and closed eyes. They missed his blue orbs when they were opened, his thoughtful observations, and even his sadistic nature. Get well cards, flowers, and balloons that were sent to him by admirers and friends piled up. Even the doctors and nurses were saddened to see him in this state.
Not once did Fuji move and that was frightening everyone.
Yuuta lifted his head up and placed both hands on Fuji's. The tattooed mark on Fuji's right arm had been bandaged, but Yuuta had seen a drawing of it. It was a bloody cross, with torn wings, one black, one red, and a single white feather lay at the bottom of the cross, floating on a puddle of blood. Sickening. To think someone would actually do something like that on his brother's arm. Yeah, although Fuji is sadistic and loves to find weaknesses and explore them; he really is one of the purest, innocent guys Yuuta had ever met. OK, maybe not innocent, but he really had a kind heart and would never allow anyone to do what had been done to him.
That was what made Yuuta mad.
Why of all the people in the world had his brother, Fuji Syusuke, been chosen to be subjected to such abuse that fell under sexual abuse, physical abuse, and mental abuse? Why Fuji Syusuke, tennis prodigy of Seigaku, be hurt so badly?
Why him?
Fuji would have never allowed anyone else to be hurt like this! Why did it happen to him? Why, why, why, why? Why would someone do that? Who would do that?
A sick, perverted, psycho monster. That's who.
And he chose Fuji Syusuke. And Yuuta couldn't have done anything to help his brother. He blamed himself.
Fuji, who always looked after his brother, in a brother complex sort of way, had protected him all the time. Yuuta was sure that the pervert threatened Fuji that he'd go after his younger brother if he didn't cooperate. Why else had Fuji said, "Don't hurt Yuuta…"?
Yuuta felt tears fall down his cheeks. "Why…?"
The nurses looked up sadly as they heard the sobs that came from room 208. Poor boy…
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Translations:
Sensei: Teacher, Doctor, often used to people who is a professional of something (e.g. doctor, teacher, author…)
A/N: This is the end of the first chapter. Since For those who reviewed, thank you very much!
Interaction with the Characters (2):
Lazy-Hime: Mwuahahahaha! I am SO evil!
Yuuta: Where'd you get the description of the tattoo?
Lazy-Hime: I made it up with my own sick mind. Heheh. (grins evilly)
Fuji: When do I wake up?
Lazy-Hime: (shoves Fuji away from view) Shut up! You're not supposed to walk around and talk when you're supposed to be asleep!
Ryoma: What are you doing?
Lazy-Hime: Nothing! (straightens up and points down at Ryoma) You will from now on refer to me as SENSEI.
Ryoma: (turns away) Che!
Lazy-Hime: (goes chibi-style, grabs Ryoma's leg, pouts, puppy-eyes, and tears run down cheeks) B-but Ryoma! Waaaaaaaaaa!
Eiji: Mou, Ochibi, just call her 'sensei'.
Ryoma: Che!
Lazy-Hime: Pretty please?
Ryoma: …
Lazy-Hime: With cherry on top?
Ryoma: …
Lazy-Hime: And chocolate syrup?
Ryoma: …
Lazy-Hime: And a large can of Ponta to go with it?
Ryoma: (turns slowly around) … (abruptly turns around again)
Lazy-Hime: Waaaaaaaaaa[Ryoma hates me! (In English)
Eiji: Ne, Ochibi, what's she saying?
Ryoma: (twitches) Fine…
Lazy-Hime: YAY! (Hops around in joy)
Eiji: (joins her)
Lazy-Hime: That means I can call you all by your first name right?
Eiji: Sure!
Ryoma, Tezuka, and some other people: NO!
Lazy-Hime: (sniffs) B-but I'm your sensei! Waaaaaaaaaa!
Yuuta: Here we go again…
Oishi: Oh dear, the "Interaction with the Characters" is going on too long…
Lazy-Hime: (smiles) Eiji-kun, since you said yes, please do the honors!
Eiji: Hoi, hoi! Minna-san! Please review! Or else-(points at Oishi) - he'll make you pay!
Oishi: E-eh?!?!