Title: Strings of Metallic Silver

Author: Yamimagic (yamimagic@yahoo.com)

Rating: PG/PG-13 (just to be safe)

Fandom: Tennis no Oujisama

Warnings: Minor Hints of Fujicest, descriptions of blood, and a slight bit of morbid-ness (suicide)

Spoilers: None. It's all pretty much AU.

Summary: Is it just brotherly love or does the wire reach farther than the outside world is ready to accept?

Disclaimer: Tennis no Oujisama belongs to Takeshi Konomi and other people who are a lot more important than me. I have no rights to the series.

Author's notes: Suffering from both a writer's block and lack of sleep at the same time, but it's been so long since I wrote anything, thus I'm forcing myself to create this crap. In short, a drabble written while staring at Ruaki-sama's fuji-kyodai fanart.

For Ruaki-sama

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A stinging pain runs up my left arm. The wire in my hand seems to be getting tighter and tighter around my wrist and I wonder if he feels it as well.

Blood drips from my torn flesh, spewing semi-intricate designs upon my pale skin. I briefly look up at my companion, only to fall victim to his eternal smile, a smile I could just drown myself in. Even while facing death, I will always be haunted by the slight upward curve of his mouth.

His blue eyes, eyes that are typically hidden from the world, are now open, but despite this, the air still retains its somewhat tranquil feel.

I then notice the strings of metallic silver, shining black as the light hits them, wrapped around his neck.

It's too late to turn back now. The world won't accept us. No one will. No one can.

And with a sudden pull, it's over and my body feels both agony and euphoria at the same time, each feeling of immense pain and pleasure contradicting the other and yet complimenting it all the same.

I feel my life being ripped away from me and as my consciousness fails to cooperate, the image of my brother is imprinted into my mind.