Author's note: Hello Guys, I'm really looking for a Beta Reader xD. But I just go on and on with the story, 'cause else my ideas are gonna fade. I hope you all like it! Enjoy! I don't know Prince of Tennis.
Old Treasures - Chapter 7, Why can't you just smile?
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"Onee-san, we need to go to a hospi-!" Ryoma didn't finish his sentence when he saw his sister collapse from losing too much blood.
"O.. ONEEEE-SAAAN!" Ryoma cried out loud.
Ryoma was sitting in the hospital room. Helding his sister right hand. Around him were the regulars, Ryuzaki-sensei and his parents. The regulars looked at her worried, some sitting some standing. Ryuzaki-sensei stood next to his parents. Rinko sat on the other side, sobbing about her daughter, holding her daughter's other hand, Nanjirou at last was behind Rinko with his hands on her shoulders, looking at his Daughter. Ryoma on the opposite side of his parents was still in shock. He saw his sister, but he couldn't bear to look at her.
Tomoyo looked very pale, she had all type of hoses on -in- her. One was transporting blood, other was transporting oxygen and all kinds further. Her wound was covered with bandage. She was breathing heavy, sometimes she was pinching the clothing of the hospital bed, trying to fight against herself. And sometimes she was suddenly very quiet, and it looked like she was dead.
Ryoma couldn't bear with the fact that his sister was so..so.. delicate. He has always known her as strong, self-confident, striving for dreams, calm, always there for him, protecting him even when she was gone that time. He wanted to wake her, even roughly if it must. Seeing her smile, kissing his head, he would murder someone for it just right now.
Just when his sister was back, this must happen. It was so ironic, she was back and saved him like always. He was so helpless. She always the one who saved him. But even though why did he had the feeling, to blame her, to yell at her that it was her fault. He almost wanted to slap her. He meant, if she didn't came back or even did not leave, this wouldn't had happen. If she didn't protect him..
Ryoma widened. If she didn't protect HIM. 'If she didn't protect me, she wouldn't have been hurt. She is always hurt because of me. She always looks over me, even from far.' His mind was beginning to work again. 'Onee-san does anything for me... Why am.. am I so cruel, she does so much for me, bears with it and still I am blaming her.. I don't know, Onee-san wake up....please....I need you now, I am confused, please say it's alright.' Ryoma let on tear fall.
"Ryoma, please don't cry.." Tomoyo could barely open her eyes, with all her power she had at that moment she said it.
Tomoyo herself didn't know how, but she could feel it when her little brother was sad. She did everything for her little brother, if she beared with the pain, it was alright. If she had to be hurt it will be alright, she could live with it, but she never wanted to see him depressed, if it was because of her or anybody, her delicate but strong heart would break in unrepairable pieces.
"Onee-san!" Ryoma immediately stood up, his chair fell and the grip on his sister's hand became harder.
"Tomoyo!" Rinko cried she stood up and hugged her daughter carefully. "Okaa-sama?" Tomoyo opened her eyes completely.
'Hospital Room..? Everyone?' Tomoyo's thoughts twisted and she lowered her head. 'I did it again, worrying everyone..'
"Tomoyo." She looked up and saw her father. Who placed his hand on her forhead. "Otou-sama." "Yep, it's me!" With all her might she had, she smiled a little smile. "It's gonna be alright." Nanjirou petted his daughters head.
"Tomoyo-chan!" "Echizen-san!" The coach barely could force her not to jump on Tomoyo. The regulars were running to the hospital bed.
"Are you alright?" Tezuka said surprisingly as the first one. "Hn, genki genki (Meaning: Spiffy)" Tomoyo said forcing a smile with all her heart could give, but actually Tomoyo was baring with a incredible pain at her back, she could barely breath, but she didn't show her any pain, she never wants anyone to worry about her.
Tomoyo looked at everybody, forced herself to sit. Tomoyo pushed herself om with her hands. 'Argh..it's hurts.. wait a minute... Hoses...? Blood...? Again..? I am the worsest daughter, sister, friend and teammate.' She thought sadly, she pushed herself up against her pain, so nobody would notice how weak she actually was. She then looked up and looked everyone in the eyes.
"Ryo-san, Okaa-sama, Otou-sama, Sumire-sama, minna sama...." Tomoyo's body bowed forward. "I'm really really sorry, this happened. Sorry to worry you all, it's my fault. And sorry that you all see me in this situation."
A blade striked in Ryoma's heart. 'Sorry? Is that all she got to say. Saying thinks like that, "it's my fault", blaming herself?' Ryoma thought, he looked down and his hands made fists, he couldn't hide his anger for long anymore.
"That's not needed, Tomoyo-chan, you are alright, that's the main goodness here." Ryuzaki-sensei said.
"Yogatta (Meaning: Thank mother of god or something.), nyaa!" "We are happy you are alright." The regulars said with a smile, even Kaido and Tezuka smiled.
"Tomoyo, we are relieved you are alright. We heard the story about the car incident you prevent and we are not mad at all, you saved Ryoma, despite yourself. That proves more than enough for us." Nanjirou said proudly. "That's right, Tomoyo dear. You are the best daughter and Onee-san we can wish for." Rinko said with a kiss on her forhead.
"Arigatou Okaa-sama, Otou-sama and minna sama." Tomoyo said but actually she wasn't that happy to hear that. 'Again, forcing people to say those things to me, I am so selfish. I am really the worst, first worrying people and then making them say things out of pity.' She thought.
Ryoma looked at her side and saw Ryoma in his stance. She immediately reorganized that stance. 'He is really dissapointent in me... just like that time..' Tomoyo thought sadly. 'I'm really the worst sister ever.'
"Minna-sama, Otou-sama, Okaa-sama and Sumire-sama. I want to talk to Ryoma privately. Could you all please leave the room for awhile?" She asked.
"Demo.. Tomoyo!" Rinko said. "Rinko, it looks like those two really have to talk." Nanjirou said pointing at Ryoma. "Oh.." Rinko saw it. Nanjirou and Rinko walked out the room , just as everybody. The regulars and Ryuzaki-sensei also understood, Tomoyo saved Ryoma, obviously he wanted to talk. But actually that was not the biggest point Ryoma was thinking about.
When everybody leaved Ryoma couldn't bear with his own anger anymore. "Ryo-san?" Tomoyo asked, she knew what was coming.
"Don't Ryo-san me!" Ryoma eyes were becoming liquid. Tomoyo didn't speak, she knew there was more, she just smiled at him.
"Why do you say sorry for me? I am the one who hurt you! Why didn't you come back earlier? Why did you even come back? I can't believe it's just for me! Why did you take the blame for me? Why do you cry for me? Why do you smile now? Why did you protect me? Why did you hugged me? Why did you leave? Why did you hurt yourself just for me? Why?" Ryoma eyes were now red from crying everything out.
"Why do you do this to me? Making me cry? Making me promise I won't worry you like that? Why do I promise it to you, when you worry me like that too? Why did you say it's alright? It's not! "Why did you hurt me so much as you could and then come back?"
Ryoma was now bringing all sorts of things out and yelling. You have no idea how many times I prayed for you to come back! Christmas! New Year! Valentine's day! Easter! My birthday! Halloween! I always just hoped you popped up before me and I could smile again. You have absolutely no idea what I have been through , if you was there.. if you was there I didn't have to suffer so much!" Ryoma fell on his knees.
"But then why, do I still love you so much, Onee-san? Why do I want to be in your arms so much? Why did I miss you? Why do I blame you? Why am I hurthing you so much and still blaming you?" Ryoma corvered his face with his hands. Tomoyo slowely shoved herself to the side of the bed.
At the same time Ryoma's voice became softer each time he spoke: "Why do you do so much for me?" He slowely looked up. "Why are you Onee-san?" He saw Tomoyo sitting at the side of the bed she slowely put her hand on his head. "Why do you love me so much?" Ryoma whispered.
Tomoyo slowely put out her other hand and pushed him to her body. "That's enough, please don't cry anymore. If you yell at me it's ok. If you blame me it's ok." Ryoma looked at his sister and still her sad smiling face. "If I have to bear with the pain it's ok. If I must take you pain instead it's ok. If I have to die it's even ok." Tomoyo's eyes began to liquid also. "But just don't, don't cry. Don't be hurt. Please smile, I will take your pain from you, just smile. Live your life happily, have the so many joys as you like. Take your path, please waratte (Meaning: smile)."
Tomoyo began to cry a little. "If I see you cry, zetai yadda (Meaning: I don't want that the most.). If I see you hurt, my heart just, can't live with it. I rather live with all the pain in the world , than see you in pain."
Tomoyo cried now. "Because..because I don't want to that sad face of you again, just that face when I left. I don't want to hurt you, not anybody. Demo (Meaning: But), everytime I am with you, you get hurt. You get hurt because of me. If I leave you cry, if I am with you, you cry. Right now, I just don't know anymore how I can make you happy. That's why I left, and that's why I love you so dearly."
Ryoma just couldn't believe what he heard coming out of his sister's mouth.
He looked his sister in the eye. "And that's why, that's why it's alright."
Ryoma felt his body was pulled to his sister. "Ryoma, I'm sorry that I can't be a better sister than this."
That moment Ryoma couldn't stop himself anymore, he cried like he never did before. Everything of the last 7 years he been through. He cried for half an hour or maybe a hour. He didn't know, but what he did know, that, that moment, this day, was what he needed all these years.
Author's note: Yeah, I know drama and stuff. But I just wanted that to be in the story. Be continued!
