Title: Thought I'd lost you.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Akutagawa Jirou.
Prompt: 40. Sight.
Word count: 474
Rating: Teen.
Summary: Jirou wakes to a familiar face.
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27/100
Atobe Keigo had called his father telling him to not worry and that he was staying with the Akutagawa family to wait and see if Jirou would wake up sooner rather than later. Keigo had been able to join the Akutagawas in Jirou's room, he was so grateful for the family being so nice to him. He sat down on a chair, a tad more comfortable than the ones in the hallways, but not good for the heirs sensitive body. Jirou was laying there pale and still unconscious. He looked so fragile where he was, the strawberry blonde curls scattered around his face, making Keigo want to straighten the hair out with his soft fingers. Instead he settled for grasping Jirou's hand and hold it for the time being. His well manicured nails glittered in the dim light surrounding them in the hospital's cold white room.
"What happened, Jirou?" Keigo asked quietly looking at the man in front of him brushing a stray hair from the white band aid over the strawberry blonde's right eyebrow. He was grossed out about the little tube going up in Jirou's nose to provide the man with oxygen, and there were other tubes hooked up to him, one with blood, and one with a clear fluid and then some electrical things too. Keigo was nauseated by the look of his friend, he did not want his bouncy, comical friend to look as fragile as the man laying there on the bed, white as a sheet.
Jirou chest was rising then lowering, in sync with his breathing.
Everything was black, he was running, the shadow was chasing him. Jirou whined, and Atobe was on his feet within seconds, looking at the man moving fitfully. He nudged Jirou's father and with a short nod towards Jirou he went outside to find a doctor.
"Excuse me? My friend is waking up." Atobe told a nurse close by outside.
"Which room?" she asked absently.
"ICU 3." Keigo answered and with a yelp she started running to the desk to call for a doctor to get to the room. The silver haired man walked back to the room he had left a few moments ago to see Jirou having his eye open looking around himself, getting a grip on where he was.
"Welcome back Onii-chan." Keiko said and locked eyes with her older brother.
"Wha? Whe?" Jirou began but could not get the words out, his mouth and throat was all dry.
"You are in a hospital Jirou." His father told him as the doctor arrived.
"Ah, so you are awake." The white clad man said casually then continued:
"Everyone out so I can check on the patient."
Keigo waited for the others to leave before looking at the strawberry blonde and with a gentle smile he said:
"I thought I'd lost you."
Title: Sore.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Characters: Akutagawa Jirou.
Prompt: 44. Circle.
Word count: 620
Rating: Teen.
Summary: A newly woken Jirou feels…
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28/100
The words that Atobe just told him echoed in his mind. "I thought I'd lost you…" Jirou smiled a little cute smile, dimples showing on his right cheek.
"So Akutagawa-san how are we feeling?" the white clad doctor asked and Jirou looked strangely at the man.
"Do you remember anything about yesterday? We had to give you quite a few stitches." The doctor asked him and as soon as Jirou shook his head the white clad man began to talk about what they had done and told the strawberry blonde that he would be sore for a while and that he would need to take out the stitches in a couple of days. The little red haired nurse entered the room and smiled while she told the doctor that a new arrival was being prepared for and that she would take the vitals of the young man on the bed.
"Hi there. It's nice to see you awake." She told him as she scribbled a few notes on the pad hanging from the foot end of the bed.
"Hi." Jirou felt his cheeks flush in a pink shade.
"You know you have a really good friend, don't you?" she told him that Keigo was the first one to arrive and how he had shown her a picture on his cell phone and that he had waited outside for him ever since he arrived last night.
"He did? The silver haired man?" Jirou looked at her with his eyes widened and then he looked at the door.
"Yes. Him, he's really a true friend." She adjusted something on the IV stand.
"Mhm." Jirou nodded and they talked a little more about Keigo, she obviously was attracted to the man outside the door and Jirou couldn't do anything else than smile. Yes, Keigo was an incredible person, enormously self-centred but nice, well mannered and an irreplaceable friend.
"I'll tell him that it's okay for them to come back." She walked up to the green door with a little circular window on and went outside.
Keigo was the first one to come back inside, the Akutagawas had gone to get coffee and to visit the bathrooms, and they had all been there for quite a while.
"Keigo." Jirou smiled, they had taken of the oxygen tubes that was attached beneath his nose and he actually didn't look as pale as he did just a few hours ago.
"Jirou, how are you feeling?" Keigo said and sat down on the side of the bed.
"Sore. And the painkillers are making my head all fuzzy." Jirou admitted and sank deeper into the comfort of the pillows on his bed.
"That is to be expected, aaan?" the silver haired noted and Jirou began laughing. He had not just heard that, had he? It was the first time since they went to the nationals that Keigo had spoken like that, using his famous aaan.
"What?" Keigo looked over at the bedridden man in front of him with a confused look on his face.
"Nothing, it's just good to hear you. That's all." Jirou answered as the whole Akutagawa family came inside and all of them attacked the youngest member of the family.
Keiko putting a hand on Keigo's shoulder and squeezed it reassuringly. She knew what was in the mind in the silver haired man, he was looking lovingly at her brother. Keiko knew, and Keigo knew that she had figured it out. There was no having secrets with that girl around, Keigo had learned that a long time ago, when he first had met Jirou in Hyotei. With all the chattering around him, the strawberry blonde had relaxed. He was doing what Jirou did best, sleep.