Eternal.Angel
December 2, 2007 to
December 2, 2007
Disclaimers:
I do not own any part whatsoever of Prince of Tennis.
Summary: After a hate crime, demolishing all the family that Fuji had ever
known, he seeks the help of an old friend, who earns him admittance
to an all women's retreat society, granted that he cross-dresses.
Fuji, desperate to leave his old life that has fallen to shambles
gladly takes the offer and moves to the settlement to start his new
life as a 'woman'. His plan is foolproof; it has to be. Well... until
a certain Atobe Keigo enters his life. Enjoy! And don't forget
to review please!
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Facing
Reality: THREE
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The man tripped over the small, gray fence and fell backwards, reaching out his hand towards the sky. His fingers stretched out as far as they could as he nearly made contact with the hard concrete ground of the road. The man's eyes were widened, his mouth agape, and at first, his voice could not be heard, for he could not find the voice to scream. But then, he forced himself to scream and yell as loud as he could, hoping that someone would be there to catch him there. He neared the ground now, and was about to make hard contact with the road.
"Help me, someone!"
However, no one had dared to move at all. Each and every person witnessing the incident with their very own eyes right now only stood still in their positions as their eyes followed the falling human being, screaming and yelling for his life. The adults used their large palms and hands to cover the eyes of their children, who were now squirming, expecting for something to happen and hoping to see it themselves. Everyone was too scared to move, and they stood as bystanders.
"Shishido-san, where are you?!"
And then, there was a loud and shrilly scream.
And then, there was a bloody cross lying in front of his very two feet.
"Say, where do you plan to go now?"
He only raised a brow in return at hearing Fuji's trivial question, giving the other male a strange but serious look. Sighing slightly before answering, he closed his eyes for a moment, pondering on the question carefully.
"I plan to become professional in my tennis career."
Was that really all of his life? Maybe, just maybe, and somehow, he could persuade the man to change his mind and if possible, turn his path towards something else. Tennis could not just be the only life in which he possessed and truly wanted; surely, there was something else burning rapidly inside of him, desiring something so different, something else besides tennis…
And Fuji wanted to find that scorching and demanding desire of his.
Fuji only widened his eyes in shock as he stared at the motionless and blood-stained body lying on the side of the road, his body positioned in an awkward way. Fresh, red blood flowed through the deep cuts and injuries of the man as his eyes rolled backwards naturally, showing only the white part of his eyeballs. Then allowing his eyes to wander, his eyes bore on the object right by his feet, only to find something unexpected; a bloody cross.
That is one of the worst sins yet, Fuji.
He shakily bent his knees and carefully picked up the metal chain, observing it carefully. The red blood that had washed all over the cross greatly frightened him as the blood now seeped to his palm, making a stain on it. It brought back many and ugly memories as they flashed and replayed through his head over and over again. He clutched his head with his free right hand and gritted his teeth in exasperation.
"Damn…you…"
And as if there was no tomorrow, he ran and ran as far as he could, away from it all.
If you throw ashes, ashes follow you.
-- Gullah Proverb
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Owari
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A/N: You know, I'm actually writing random stuff, so if it puzzles you, then it really puzzles me! XDD Please review and give me any feedback! I am very happy to be criticized because there is always room for improvement. Arigatou!
Ja ne, and I do not own any part of Prince of Tennis!
Eternal.Angel
