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A/N: Here's the next one, nya! It's kinda weird (and definitely not beta-ed) but better than nothing, isn't it? Also my interpretation of the prompt was kinda..unusual, but it's the only thing I've written so far that isn't uploaded and I thought..whatever. Hope you'll enjoy it nevertheless.
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distance
Absent-minded he didn't recognize the was his fingers were ghosting over the slim silver ring he had been wearing recently; toying with it as he was circling it around his finger in an unsteady way, he didn't even notice the way the usually cool metal was warming up under the frequent touch.
Instead, his attention found itself drawn to the tennis court lying in front of him and –to be more precise- to the lithe figure of the tennis-player standing on the right side, ready to serve the next ball.
He almost could see how the brunette's muscles tightened under smooth pale skin- he had even noticed the slight changes, which happened to take place during the process of other's play.
And there was no way that he didn't recognize that, with every point which was made- no matter on which side-, Fuji was becoming more and more serious, revealing his true and most often invisible power in small, barely visible steps.
That's what he could tell from the outside though.
Eyes narrowing dangerously, Eiji had to admit that they had passed the barrier where he didn't found himself able to tell anymore what was going on behind those cerulean eyes, in the tensai's mind. A state he wasn't too fond of. Not at all.
It made him feel distant.
Because although he could call himself the person who probably knew the brunette best, there were still some riddles circulating around Fuji- riddles he wasn't able to uncover yet.
And now, watching him play with increasing seriousness, a slight twinge of jealousy, lying somewhere underneath, started to dig its way into his conscious. Usually it was his privilege to be the one to see what's lying behind that gentle smile of his friend.
He was also well-aware of the fact that this was a little bit childish, but one couldn't do against one's feelings, right?
Maybe that was why he couldn't tear his eyes away from Fuji, but there till was another one.
People say that looking at someone intensely could work like a spell, causing the other to look back as he or she would recognize the blunt stare.
Nya, come on Fujiko…That was when Fuji tilted his head slightly, shifting his gaze to see side to flash a genuine smile at the redhead, from whom he knew that he kept watching him. And while he lifted his hand, a barely visible motion, the sunlight brushed against the surface of his hand softly, letting the small piece of silver sparkle in its light.
