The Obsessed Romance
By darkwings09
Disclaimer: I do not, and will never, own Prince of Tennis. But, well, let's just say that I'm drooling and squealing over the certain bishies of the series. Lol. Kidding XD
Author's chatters:
I wonder why my obsession with the RyoSaku pair is steadily fading bit by bit. Man, I really despise it. Maybe because I often intend to go ga-ga over many other fandoms of various anime that shadowed my liking over the said couple. Or perhaps, I'm slowly distancing away from it because of my often-hectic schedules. But neither of these 'theories' can prevent me from updating my fics (Or maybe because I'm too idle to update. Ah, well, I'll try updating my fics as soon as I can –along with an industrious trait that is). Suu! (And I really, really apologize for such a late update.)
Anyway, I made a minimal, very, very few corrections in the previous chapter. Kindly check it out first before proceeding to read this, even if I edited only a sentence there. Sankyuu.
Okay then, you know the drill! XD
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Reachable and Unreachable with a Voice [Part I
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-I'll be here by your side,
And forever will be in the time immemorial. -
Ryoma suddenly found himself under the spell of utter dizziness like never before experienced. Beads of sweat rolled down to his tanned cheeks, truly blatant to his senses. It feels as if something put a protective barrier around him- no, perhaps it's better to say, around both of them.
Amidst the mental ruckus he is enduring, he tried to keep composed. Calm as possible. He closed his eyes to shut, and to be frank; something's definitely draining his remaining strength. Pretty bad, he should say. And what's worse? The soft moans, muffles, and whimpers of his companion. The worst, you ask? Being unable to find her because of the damned darkness that never subsided even if he used all his hopeless methods.
Miracle. No more, no less. It was all he needed right now as he gradually sat there in vain, rooted on the spot, his head hung low.
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The room was filled with the faint scent of roses, and there were soft footsteps against the antiquated wooden floor, causing a squeaking noise. Kirara stood majestically in her ghost form beside Sakuno's delicate body, letting her fingers entwined with the auburn locks of the girl's silky hair. After Ryoma and Sakuno fainted due to her unerring spells, she knew that the time has come.
"Gomen, Sakuno. I will lend your body for just a few moments," she murmured to the latter's ear as she inched nearer to her, "I hope you can forgive me for this…"
And with that, the ghoul merged with Sakuno's lifeless body rendering the real soul of Sakuno to experience nausea. Kirara mulled over the fact that being a pureblooded human again meant being blinded by overwhelming emotions. And now, here she is, living in the body of Sakuno, hoisting herself up then laying in the soft mattresses of her own old bed, and although worn-out by time, its softness somehow prevailed.
Here she is now, Kirara Nakamura, through the eyes of the young Ryuzaki Sakuno.
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Sakuno inhaled deeply then exhaled. She tried in vain to force her eyes open but it can't. And, after Kirara managed to fuse with her body as one, she was unknowingly, say, teleported to another dimension, or perhaps a world of memories full of love, pain and partition.
She forced her eyes open in desperation, her fingers brushing over the green prairies. Her brows crease in incredulity, for what she's currently seeing here is not only a mere product of her imaginations, but a pure nightmare.
Gathering all her lingering strength, she lifted herself up, stumbled at first, but straightened on the next attempt, and then she dusted her skirt. She glanced sideways and in complete terror, found no one, and nothing, else but the vast expanse of the green grass and of the various flowers so striking that it seems to be shadowed by the vibrant rainbow. The glorious sky appeared salmon but almost as if stained by blood.
This can't be. She visualized a bit earlier ago that she was in a world of memories full of love, pain and partition. And now, it materializes as a world all right, but a world of chaste void. She tensed. What will become of her now?
Still, she can't just give up yet. Not now. Perhaps if the right time comes, then she'll be primed for it.
With that, she wandered and roamed in the endless span of the prairie, dragging her weary feet vehemently. The chilly wind blew towards her as if murmuring whispers of doubt and planting numerous thoughts in her mind. Indeed, she was walking there for hours. She squeezed her eyes and hoped for something to come into view.
And yet, it was entirely ineffective.
A tear suddenly made its sole way down to her cheeks as she bit her lower lip to prevent any sudden motions. She promised herself not to sob and wail, and to make a grand escape from the miasma of this nightmare.
Lost. She knew it right then and there that she is.
Her senses failed her once more, so she lurched and fell for the first time. Her vision wavered, and the last thing she was about to witness is the same thing as what she had first pried upon the first time she opened her eyes. She lay firmly against the green pampas and curled, feeling that loneliness had set in.
However, miracles do happen.
Though weak in the flesh, her soul yearned for power. She helped herself back to feet in extreme anxiety, although sluggish, and squinted hard enough to see, after her senses brought her back to herself.
And there, at that very moment, she spotted a male.
With tears of joy, she quickly sprang to her feet and walked towards him. But, as she approached him more, she stopped in dismay and checked her steps, taking one step back. She gaped at the person in sheer shock as she covered her mouth with her right hand. Her deep auburn orbs narrowed.
The being in front of her stood with a blank gaze and with eyes dawned by sorrow and grief. His stare seems to paralyze her for unknown reasons. The raven-haired boy moved closer. Sakuno froze in dreadfulness. His golden hair was visibly tousled as the wind blew between them. He was inching nearer and nearer, and those seconds of terror feel like an eternity to her.
He grabbed her frail wrist and moaned her name oh-so-emotionlessly. She remained rooted on the ground, trying hard to scream but no word came out from her mouth.
Just then, as luck would have it, another individual came to view.
"Get your hands off her"
The dead-serious, cold tone was rather demanding, and Ryoma sent a death glare to the lad, grasping his arm as an added effect. Then he tore his glance from him to Sakuno, who was still unable to move her lower body in vain.
"R-Ryoma-kun… I-I can't…"
She has to choke those words, rigid. She has to. With all her vigor drained, she felt a sudden yank, and feels as if an unidentified force was strangling her slowly but surely.
"…Breathe…Tasuke…te…"
Then all seemed to be a blur, and then her world was painted with unpleasant black. She passed out, and in his secured arms she fell unconscious. The golden-haired boy earlier vanished into thin air without any trace, which made Ryoma pound the fresh soil with his fist with rage and disgust.
Now what?
Wait. All he needed to do as of now is to hoist her up, and lug her on his back, albeit that won't be simple. Nevertheless, he should try, badly. With that decision he bore in his mind, and with the same fortitude he carried during his tennis matches, he pulled her up oh-so-vigilantly.
At that exact moment, a sweltering pain lashed his body like a tightened rope. He felt like vomiting to put it bluntly. He let go of her, but not recklessly, for being irresponsible to him is a total catastrophe. He stayed there, sitting motionless, waiting for the pain to cave in.
Then he stared at her peaceful face and his own reddened in the slightest scale.
Why didn't he take notice of these fresh profound feelings before?
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Minna, I'm going to apologize once more for this late (and 'kinda lame and cheesy) update. I promise I'll make up for it. 'Kay?
Btw:
Tasukete means help in jap.
And here, 'till next time, minna-san! R and R please! I accept any kinds of those. Sankyuu –bows-
Darkwings09