Disclaimer: I don't own Prince of Tennis. If you try to sue my, I'll have Tezuka and his mob come after you. XD
Warning: This fic contains shounen-ai, non-explicit yaoi, and non-explicit heterosexual relations
Author's Note: This fic is lovingly dedicated to all the PoT fans who can't stand Seigaku; I made them the villains for you. XD Enjoy!
Tezuka was sitting at his desk with his head in his hands when he heard a door quietly open and close. He didn't look up. Moments later, he vaguely sensed someone slinking around behind him.
"Oh, darling…" cooed a woman's voice. "Another migrane?"
"Several," he replied. "In the same spot."
He heard a breathy giggle behind him. Soft hands with nicely polished nails began massaging his neck. "Tell me what's wrong, baby," she drawled.
"I wouldn't know where to begin."
"Did Eiji and Oishi screw up again, darling?"
"What do you think?"
Her piercing blue eyes glared into the darkness at the far side of the room. "I think you should fire that lousy slut."
"Slut?" Tezuka looked up at her. "Like you can talk, Fuji."
Fuji giggled again. "Yes, but I'm not lousy like Eiji."
"Oh, that's what you meant." The boss continued rubbing his forehead.
Fuji strolled around to his side and sat on the desk. The diamonds around her neck glittered like stars in the dim light. "Fire them both, darling. They're nothing but a horrible headache…" She slipped her fingers under Tezuka's chin and pressed her lips against his.
Tezuka sighed. "I'm afraid, Angel, that my headache would only get worse if I fired them." He stood up to peek through the window blinds. "Eiji keeps messing up, but I don't think anyone else would do any better."
"I'm not so sure about that." Fuji tossed her light brown hair.
Tezuka turned and studied her face. "What do you have against her, anyway? The two of you used to get along just fine."
Fuji slid off the desk and started messing with the collar on Tezuka's jacket. "She thinks she's prettier than I am."
He shook his head and circled her tiny waist in his arms. "She's wrong."
Fuji smirked. "Anyway, darling, all I'm saying is that you should try sending someone else."
"Who would I send?" Tezuka asked, playing with her hair.
"Send Inui if he thinks he knows so much. And then, if Eiji's right and he's wrong about his information, he'll see how hard it is and the two of them won't argue anymore." She kissed him again. "Which, for you, can only mean fewer migranes."
Tezuka's gaze turned to the side. "Inui won't do it himself…"
"Tell him to take Kaidoh, then."
He was silent for a moment, considering the idea. He reached past his girlfriend and pressed two buttons on the phone that sat on his desk. "Inui, Kaidoh, Oishi, Kikumaru. All four of you, in my office, now."
Fuji slipped away for a moment to go to her room. When she returned with her cat, all four of the assassins were standing in front of the desk. She sat on it and laid Karupin on her lap.
Tezuka was standing, staring Eiji and Oishi down. "You two are getting off easy this time. I won't be so gracious if it happens again. I've grown tired of your failure and I'm not sending you again for a while." He turned to face the other two. "I'm sending you, Inui, tonight, to try your luck at the system. Take Kaidoh with you."
"Yes, sir."
Tezuka glanced at the folder under Inui's arm. "The information. I almost forgot." He held out his hand. Inui offered him the folder.
The boss looked over some of the papers. "Police work, huh?" He looked up. "Was this all you found on the guy?"
Inui adjusted his glasses. "Yes, sir."
Fuji was reading over Tezuka's shoulder. Her eyes scanned one of the pictures. "You know, if you want, darling, I could take care of him."
"Unfortunately, Fuji, your methods won't work on him," Inui cut in. He received a glare from her.
"Really?" She glanced at the picture again. "Why is it that all the good-looking guys are—" She stopped, suddenly detecting an angry stare from her boyfriend.
"Well, it's not only that…" Inui reached over to retrieve the file. "Reliable sources tell me that his only romance ended tragically. From reports of his reckless behavior in some situations as a police intern, I'm guessing he feels he has nothing to live for."
"How utterly tragic…" Fuji grinned sadistically. "Not afraid to die, huh? Well, then, at least we don't have a stubborn one on our hands."
"Ugh, I hate stubborn people." Eiji was eyeing Fuji's jewels jealously, not really paying attention to her own words. "Some people just refuse to die."
"Well, I'll send Echizen to take care of him soon, like he did Tachibana." Tezuka sat down. "We just have to time it right."
There was a short silence. The boss turned his chair towards the window. "The four of you can go."
When Eiji and Oishi got back to their room, they were quiet for a long time. Oishi could tell Eiji was upset about something. He was hesitant to say anything, afraid that it would upstart her fragile temper.
Eiji was the first to speak. "Why does Fuji get so many diamonds?"
"Oh, doll face…" Oishi almost laughed as he wrapped his arms around her. "Is that what you're angry about?"
She pulled away. "She's so spoiled. I hate her!"
"Why do you hate her?"
Eiji turned away and crossed her arms. "She thinks she's prettier than I am." She stamped her foot. "Just 'cuz she's always been so spoiled. And because she's… thinner…"
Oishi sighed. Must be that time of the month…
"Eiji, we've been over this. You're not fat."
Eiji started crying. Oishi held her. He was an expert at handling these situations by now. "You're curvier, sweetheart. And you're much prettier than Fuji. Fuji's flat as a board."
Eiji sniffed. "Well… I wouldn't say that…" After a moment, she laughed and wrapped her arms around her partner. "Okay, I lied. I would say that."
She kissed Oishi, long and hard. "You really think I'm prettier?"
"Babe, you're gorgeous." They kissed some more. Oishi pushed Eiji onto the bed. "You know… It sounds like we won't be needed for a while…"
Eiji smiled, knowing what he was thinking. "We'll need some way to entertain ourselves, won't we, Oishi?" She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss him.
"Yes, we will, doll face."
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking, sugar lips?"
"I think I am, kitten." He turned out the light.
…
When Ootori found Sanada at lunch time, he informed him that Master Keigo wanted to go out again at one o'clock. Sanada didn't dare argue with that, and he was done with his lunch and waiting at the front at five 'til one.
Keigo showed up only seven minutes later. Kajimoto promptly opened the door for him. "Where to, sir?"
"Wherever. Somewhere we can walk around." The young master looked up at the sky. "It's such a nice day, I just hated to waste it."
Keigo stepped into the limo. Sanada thought he saw his young boss give him a funny look before he did so. The bodyguard didn't make much of it, and followed Keigo into the car.
The drive was pretty much silent. The whole way to their unknown destination, Keigo did nothing but stare out the window. Sanada just watched him, though he couldn't say why he did so. Something about the way his master was ignoring him was a bit unsettling.
As Sanada looked at Keigo, the silence slowly seemed less awkward and more peaceful. He studied the seventeen-year-old's face, which was built with features that were strong in shape, yet somehow delicate. Streaks of sunlight through the passing trees brushed swiftly over Keigo's porcelein skin, stopping to glimmer for a moment in his eyes. Sanada's eyes drifted downward, noticing the elegant way the young master crossed his legs and placed both hands on his knee. The guard's gaze seemed stuck on those hands.
Sanada thought he saw something he had never dared to hope he'd see again.
The car stopped and Sanada thought it wise to tear his eyes away. He heard Kajimoto's voice over his shoulder. "Is this alright, sir?"
Keigo looked out the other window. They were on a street with a long stretch of shops and restaurants. "This is fine. Thank you, Kajimoto. We'll meet you back here."
Keigo and Sanada got out of the car and began walking. Keigo was pleased with himself, having felt none of the emotions he'd felt earlier that day. He was sure he had nothing to be scared of anymore.
The seventeen-year-old looked once again at the sky. It truly was a gorgeous day. It was one of those days that almost didn't seem real. He had often seen the weather like this, but it felt like such a long time since it had been so nice…
Smiling, he turned to his bodyguard. Sanada had a strange expression on his face that Keigo couldn't read. It was barely detectable, and it went away so fast that Keigo wasn't sure if he'd actually seen it.
"Is something wrong, sir?" Sanada asked, having seen Keigo's smile begin to fade.
"You're not wearing your glasses." The young master forced the smile back again, watching Sanada reluctantly retrieve his sunglasses. He changed the subject very quickly. "You know what I always do on days like this?"
"Um… what, sir?"
"I get ice cream," he replied, eyeing a parlor they had just passed. "Let's get some. I'll pay for it."
Sanada followed Keigo into the ice cream shop, thinking the suggestion a bit out of character. But as they stood in line, the seventeen-year-old explained, "It's a habit of mine on nice days to get ice cream. Kippei always bought me a cone on days like this, ever since I was little."
Sanada blinked, a bit surprised. "How long did he work for you, sir?"
"Well, he was hired when I was nine to be one of my father's bodyguards. But at that age I still went everywhere with Father. Kippei would always give me special attention when I tagged along, and when I was old enough to go places by myself, I wouldn't have anyone else go with me but him."
Sanada nodded, though he still felt like he was missing something.
"What would you like?" Keigo asked when it was almost their turn at the counter.
Sanada glanced at the flavor list, unsure. He didn't really have much of a sweet tooth. "It's alright, sir. I don't want any."
Keigo laid his hands on his hips. "That's ridiculous. You're getting ice cream, so what do you want?"
Sanada adjusted his sunglasses. When, exactly, had he developed such a bad twitch in his eyebrow? He sighed, knowing it was no use to make a fuss. "Vanilla, I guess."
"How boring," Keigo drawled, stepping up to the cashier. He then corrected himself. "Forgive me. I forgot who I was talking to."
Sanada took off his sunglasses and rubbed his brow in an effort to cure the twitching.
"Two waffle cones. One vanilla, one chocolate chocolate-chip."
When they got their cones, they sat at a table by the window. Keigo angled his chair slightly so he could watch the people pass by. Sanada remained facing him, still trying to read his expression. He obediently ate his dessert in the meantime.
Keigo's expression was far away, thinking. It was so far away that it was hard to imagine him thinking about anything in particular. His eyes followed the groups of people that passed by, and his face remained somewhat blank. Suddenly, though, Keigo turned…
The seventeen-year-old's entire countenance changed. A bright, sincere smile snuck onto his face, radiantly genuine simply because he couldn't help it. His eyes danced a little with laughter. "Sanada…" He pointed to his own cheek, right by the corner of his sparkling grin. "You've got some on your face…"
Sanada blinked twice, then took an unsuccessful swipe at it. "Is it gone?"
Keigo laughed a laugh that reminded Sanada of a clarinet. "No. Here…" The young master leaned over the table with a napkin.
"Sir…"
The seventeen-year-old wiped Sanada's cheek clean before he could protest any further. "There," he said, sitting down and looking very satisfied with his good deed.
Sanada just stared at him. He had the vague sensation that he had seen a ghost, and it had just now vanished. He didn't see it again for the rest of the day.
When they got home, Sanada went straight to his room and picked up the picture on his dresser.
Yukimura…
A pair of deep blue eyes smiled sadly back at him. He set the picture back on the wooden surface.
This is ridiculous. Master Keigo is nothing like you.
Sanada stared at the picture for a full minute. His eyes fell on Yukimura's hands.
They were folded the exact same way he'd seen Keigo's folded.
He winced.
I'm not going there.
Sanada opened his top drawer and buried the picture underneath his socks. Then he shut the drawer and fell backwards onto his bed.
I've just stared at that picture too long. Of course I would notice if Master Keigo folded his hands the same way.
He closed his eyes.
But the way he smiled…
Shuddering, he sat up and looked at the clock. It was almost time for dinner. Grateful for the distraction, he got up and left his haunted room.
…
"Sanada-san? Sanada…"
Sanada blinked once, suddenly realizing where he was. He had zoned out sometime during dinner, and now Ootori was waving a hand in front of his face.
"Sorry," he said quickly and continued eating.
"What were you thinking about?"
Sanada dropped his fork slowly onto his plate. His eyes were angled slightly downward, but he wasn't really seeing anything in front of him. "It's nothing," he lied.
Ootori sighed. He'd seen that look before. It was probably best just to let Sanada think.
He rested his chin in his hands, letting his eyes wander around the room. He didn't feel very hungry anymore. His gaze fell on one of the waiters and followed him.
Shishido had caught Ootori's eye almost two years earlier, not long after he was hired. The butler wasn't sure what it was about the nineteen-year-old kitchen boy… But slowly, as Ootori watched him day after day, something had kindled. And now, as he observed Shishido carrying an impossible mountain of dishes back into the kitchen, he smiled sadly.
It would never happen.
Ootori played a little with the cuffs of his sleeves, shaking his head, still smiling. He knew that it was silly to hope at all. Shishido didn't even know his name. They never really had a chance to talk. And besides…
Why would Shishido want to talk to him anyway?
He glanced around at all of the other tables. There wasn't a single one that had less than four people sitting at it. Except for the empty tables, of which there were plenty. So it wasn't like they were all forced to sit together, they just liked to. But until recently, Ootori had always eaten alone.
He supposed it made sense. All of the other servants spent a lot of time with one another. The maids would chat and gossip as they cleaned and dusted the rooms. Everyone who worked in the kitchen would joke, sing, and carry on conversations constantly. The security guards who walked the grounds outside would say hi as they passed each other on their rounds. The chauffers hung out in the garage together until they were needed. Most of the bodyguards knew each other, and often trained as a group. Sanada was the only exception, since he was new, but Ootori had to assume that soon, he too would have a different set of friends. Because that always happened. All the servants got to know each other really well.
Except Ootori.
Every day, he would wake up, eat breakfast, then go upstairs and sit on the chair just outside of Master Keigo's bedroom. And he would sit for hours. Sometimes he would read a book, sometimes he would pace the hallway, but mostly, he just sat, waiting for Keigo to call for him. Rarely would anyone pass by; no one ever said anything to him.
It was lonely upstairs, in that chair. The only company he ever had was his young master.
Ootori knew he could probably make more friends, if he tried. He'd been told countless times that he was a nice person, and very easy to talk to. But he wasn't very interesting. Every time he tried to join a conversation, he would end up staying silent, simply for lack of anything worthwhile to say. The only conversations he could hold were with one person. But it was rare that he would get to talk to someone alone.
"You done with that?"
Ootori looked up to see Shishido standing over him, holding out his hand.
The butler blushed. "Oh… yes…" He picked up his plate and gave it to the waiter. Nervous, he pulled his hands away quickly, thinking that Shishido was already holding it securely. But the waiter hadn't quite gotten his hand under it, and the plate dropped to the floor, smashing into a thousand pieces.
There was a moment of silence. It seemed like everyone in the room had turned to look.
Ootori's face turned a shade of deep crimson. "Shishido-san… I am so sorry!"
Shishido knelt down, beginning to pick up some of the bigger pieces. "No… It was my fault…"
"No, it wasn't!" Ootori got up out of his chair, meaning to help. But Shishido held up a hand.
"No, it's okay. This stuff happens all the time."
Ootori nervously glanced around the room. Everyone was staring. In a panic, Ootori ran out of the room.
He heard Sanada call after him. "Ootori!"
The butler went to his room and shut the door behind him, wanting very much to cry. But he didn't. He reached up to his head and made fists into his silver curls.
Stupid!
He took a moment to breathe, trying to get the color in his face to disappear. He stepped into the bathroom to look at himself. His cheeks were still a rich pink.
"Choutarou, why are you such an idiot?" he asked himself aloud.
A sudden knock on his door made him jump. Flustered, he ran to open it.
It was Shishido.
The waiter looked up at Ootori with dark eyes. "You, uh… forgot dessert."
Ootori didn't know what to say. "Oh. I…" It was awkward for a few more moments. He cleared his throat. "Would you… come in?"
"Sure." Shishido stepped inside. Ootori closed the door.
"Did the plate get cleaned up?"
"Taki said he'd take care of it."
"You won't get in trouble… for being here?"
Shishido rubbed the back of his neck. "Ah, well… I don't think so. If I do, it's no big deal."
Ootori just blinked a few times, watching Shishido play with his hands.
The waiter looked up again. "Ootori-san, right?"
The butler's heart skipped a beat. He knows my name?
"Yes!" he said, a little too loudly. He chuckled awkwardly. "Uh… yes, that's me. How did… how did you know?"
"Well, I heard when Sanada-san called after you…"
"Oh…"
"Why did you leave so quick?"
Ootori swallowed. "I was… I was just embarrassed. I'm sorry…"
"Don't worry about it. Really, we break plates all the time." Shishido laughed a little. "Of course, we break more plates in the kitchen than we do in the dining halls… Some of the guys like to make up tricks, and they always mess up and drop them…"
Ootori cracked a smile. "Do you ever do that?"
Shishido blushed, but smiled back. "Sometimes…" He scratched his head. "In any case, no one really gets in trouble unless they drop a plate in front of the masters or the mistress."
"I guess that makes sense…"
"Can I… ask you something, Ootori-san?" Shishido lowered his voice.
"Yes… what is it?"
The waiter looked at the floor. "Why do you always sit alone?"
Ootori hesitated for a moment. The question shocked him. He never thought that anyone really noticed, or cared…
"I don't know… I don't really… know anyone that well."
"You don't have friends here, at all?"
"Not really."
Shishido looked up. "A nice guy like you?"
Ootori felt his heart melt. "No."
Shishido was silent for a moment. Ootori explained, "I sit alone upstairs all day… I always have to be available, so I don't really get the chance to talk with anyone."
"Well… doesn't it get lonely up there?"
"Always."
They stared into each other's eyes for a long time. Ootori tried to give his best smile. "Maybe you should come up and visit me sometime."
Shishido blinked. "Oh… maybe…"
"You're probably too busy though…"
"Well… not always… I mean, it's crazy in the kitchen during the day, but…"
"Well, how about after dinner?"
Shishido glanced up. Ootori looked as though the world was hanging on his answer.
"We have to do cleanup…" Shishido saw the hope in Ootori's eyes begin to sink. "But after that…"
Ootori blinked. "After that… what?"
Shishido smiled. "I suppose I could come visit you whenever, after that."
Ootori smiled back, then said softly, "I'd like that." He laughed. "Of course, by then I'll probably be here, in my room…"
Shishido nodded. "I'll come here, then."
"You know, you really don't have to…"
"I want to," he interrupted, taking a step towards Ootori.
The butler blushed a little, but noticed the color in his cheeks being reflected in Shishido's. He relaxed. "Well, you're welcome here, anytime."
After a few minutes of nothing but sharing smiles, Ootori mentioned, "You should probably go. I don't want you to get in trouble."
Shishido jolted. "Oh, right…" He opened the door for himself. Before he left, though, he turned back to smile again. "See you around, Ootori-san."
Ootori grinned. "Call me Choutarou."
Laughing shyly, Shishido corrected himself. "See you, Choutarou."
"See you."
When Shishido closed the door, Ootori jumped onto his bed and grabbed a pillow to hold. He laughed like a little schoolboy.
Breaking a plate was the best thing he'd ever done.
…
"Forward… stop. There's a beam 5.6 cm in front of your left leg. Angle right 27 degrees. Take a large stride over the beam; it should be perpendicular to your position. Forward… slowly. Stop. We'll have to wait for the guard to pass…"
Kaidoh listened carefully to Inui's instructions, which were coming to him through a device in his ear. Inui, meanwhile, was sitting in the car a block away, giving instructions through a radio and watching his laptop screen, which showed video. He'd sewn a camera into his partner's black beanie and could monitor his every move. Inui was very satisfied with their progress. They'd gotten a lot further into the yard than Kikumaru ever had, proving that his information had not been as flawed as she made it sound.
"Forward… farther… stop. Make a full left turn, 90 degrees. You should be clear for the next 2.46 meters…"
Kaidoh did exactly as he was told. Suddenly, there came a loud noise. They'd tripped the alarm.
Inui scowled. Damn.
Kaidoh was ready to make a run for it, but listened for directions. Inui kept his cool. "Don't go yet, Kaidoh. There's one piece of information I'd like you to confirm before we abort…"
The alarm woke Keigo up immediately. He clutched his covers, remembering that this was the second night in a row that they'd had a security breach.
"Come on, Sanada…" he mumbled after what felt like a long time.
He had an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach. Wanting to be aware of his surroundings, he started tying back his bed curtains, first on the side towards the door, then by the windows. As he was doing the second set, something caught his eye.
There was a face at the window.
Keigo let out a yelp and scrambled off of his bed, running towards the door. He ran into someone, but he didn't look up and he didn't move. He buried his head into Sanada's shoulder, trying to catch his breath.
"Master Keigo… sir?"
He was shaking. "There's someone… outside my window…"
"What?" Sanada left him and approached the window. "I don't see anyone, sir."
Swallowing, Keigo turned around to look. Sanada was right; no one was there.
He suddenly got defensive. "I'm sure of what I saw."
"I believe you, sir." Sanada looked at him. "Was it one of the guards, maybe?"
Keigo shook his head. "No. I know all the guards. This person… the face was frightening. And he was dressed all in black…"
Sanada clenched a fist. "That's a problem."
"I can't believe someone made it so far into the yard…" Keigo breathed, still shaken.
"Exactly. If they got to your window…" Sanada stopped there, not wanting to frighten Keigo any further. He studied the distressed look on the seventeen-year-old's face. "Are you alright, sir?"
Keigo blinked. "What… What do you mean?" He turned away, suddenly annoyed at himself for letting Sanada see him panic. "Of course I'm alright. Why wouldn't I be?"
Sanada sighed silently. "It's okay to be frightened, sir."
"Like you would know." Keigo crossed his arms, but didn't turn around. Suddenly, he felt almost jealous. Sanada had seen him panic… Sanada had even seen him cry. But Keigo had never seen his bodyguard even sweat.
Sanada's eyes narrowed at the accusation. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"You don't seem to be afraid of anything."
Sanada looked downward, thinking. Not afraid of anything? It must have seemed that way, to someone who hadn't known him before…
"Well… maybe I'm not easily scared, sir. But I understand fear."
"Do you?"
Sanada made a fist. Of course he knew what fear was like.
Didn't he?
He tried to remember the last time he'd been scared. It was harder than he would have thought. He searched his memories, and happened upon a certain instance, a certain night he'd tried so hard to forget…
"I've been afraid before, you know."
Keigo turned to look at him. The twenty-two-year-old was tense and serious.
"Really?" Keigo asked, skeptical.
"Yes."
"When?"
Sanada didn't respond.
Keigo walked closer to him. His eyes narrowed, trying to see through Sanada's eyes into his soul. His words came as slowly as his steps. "Tell me, Sanada. What are you afraid of?"
Sanada swallowed, not sure how to answer, but positive that he didn't want to. He lowered his eyes.
"Nothing, anymore. Sir."
Keigo uncrossed his arms. "So you don't understand."
"Why wouldn't I?"
He looked up into Sanada's eyes. "Do you know what it feels like to be targeted? To have people after you?"
Sanada sighed. "No, sir."
Keigo turned away again. "Well, you're about to find out."
"What?"
There was a long silence. The air hanging around them suddenly felt very heavy.
After waiting an eternity, Keigo whispered, "There's something… I never really told anyone…"
Sanada remained silent, waiting for his young master to continue.
"That day… the day Kippei was shot, I was sure…"
Another long pause. Sanada finally asked, "What, sir?"
"They weren't aiming for me. They wanted him dead. They wanted me alone so they could kidnap me."
Sanada felt his mouth open slightly. It was clear now what had been going on; it made so much sense. A rich heir would be no good to anyone dead. But if they kidnapped him, they could hold him for ransom.
Why hadn't he thought of that?
Keigo turned around sharply, looking at Sanada with narrow, serious eyes.
"They want you dead, too."
Sanada's heart didn't skip a single beat. He returned Keigo's stare, unmoved by the grim reality his young master had just presented to him. "I'm not afraid to die."
Keigo sighed and looked down at the carpet. "I guess that's the difference between you and Kippei." He clenched his fists. "He felt that he had… something to live for."
Sanada was silent for a moment, trying to read the tense, sorrowful expression on Keigo's face. One question burned in his mind. He couldn't help asking any longer.
"Master Keigo… Why do you always call Tachibana by his first name?"
Keigo looked up at him with pain his eyes. He knew he had to answer, but he'd never really said it aloud. Saying it would make it true, saying it would make it hurt that much worse.
"Sir?"
Keigo took a deep breath, unable to hide his emotion.
"He was my lover!"
-end of chapter 4-
Notes…
I have a lot of notes this time, mostly because I have the time and I feel like it.
Alright, some of you asked for it… I made Fuji a girl. XD I had that planned from the very beginning. I hope she came across nicely as a girl. I know it's slightly OOC, but once again, keep the gender switch in mind. If Fuji were a girl, she'd be a sexy, slinky little thing, I think. I hope everyone likes her this way.
Regarding Dream Pair… I realize that it makes no sense for them to hate each other. My story is that something happened between them, a long time ago. I'm thinking of writing other fics supplementing this AU. One of my first ones would be the story behind their broken relationship. Regarding their figures, I also realize that logically, when considering height vs. weight and comparing the two characters, Fuji should have a fuller figure than Eiji. But I thought the reverse fit their characters better. Fuji would be slender and look a lot like a supermodel, and Eiji would be one of those really cutesy girls with a big smile and a bustline to match, if you catch my drift. (Why do some of the most innocent, childish girls in anime have the biggest boobs?) Besides, it seemed to me like Oishi would prefer a girl with a fuller figure, and Tezuka would prefer a slender, more delicate looking girl. And I'm sorry for making Eiji all weepy and slightly OOC, once again it was for the gender reversal, and as you can see I also blamed PMS. XD
I hope the scene with Keigo and Sanada at the ice cream parlor wasn't too OOC. I struggled with that especially with Keigo. I had to find a way to sort of bring Yukimura back through him, so that Sanada would realize that he could still fall in love.
Regarding the Silver Pair… I really hope you enjoyed that scene. :D
Regarding the final scene… Once again, close to being OOC, I know. But seriously, wouldn't you freak out if you saw Kaidoh at your window late at night? XD Lol, jk. At least I didn't make Keigo cry again…
Regarding all OOC-ness… Contrary to the form of most fanfiction, I can promise that they'll be more in-character later. It's not the smartest way to write a fanfic, I know, but that's how this one's turning out. Usually it's better to keep them in-character at first, then, as the plot develops, let them slip OOC a little if they need to. Unfortunately, for this plotline, there's a lot of difficult stuff the characters have to work through towards the beginning. So they have to angst, which is something Atobe and Sanada don't really do. I try to make it believable, hope it comes off as such.
A cookie for anyone who actually reads all those notes. XD
Please review! Tell me what you think. Tell me if it sucked. XD I always appreciate constuctive criticism! Thanks so much for all the reviews so far!
