Disclaimer: I do not own Tennis No Ohjisama ;o;
Tetei: I got my lazy butt and began writing one claps for self
NOTE: I suck at writing! I'm practically failing English right now o;;; so please be aware, but flame about my poor writing skills to improve it =] that would be appreciated even if you hate this fanfic... because I'm 95% sure you will XD (why am I sounding like Inui?)
Okay this story is TOTAL BS! I just started watching TeniPuri... I stole the idea from Syusuke-kun's fanfiction (sue me)... forgot what's it called, go look for it. It's about how Fuji became a sadist but his/her's is 99% better than mine! SO READ SYUSUKE-KUN'S FANFICTION FIRST! XP
-=Just so Gifted...=-
Fuji stared at his brother and the suitcase that lay beside him. "So you're really going to St. Rudolph...? Yuuta...?" His brother didn't reply, instead stared out the window waiting for his ride. Fuji frowned, slightly angry at Yuuta's cold attitude towards him. Before, his brother would smile at him... looked at him... now... what was going on?
Fuji knew. He knew what was going on inside of Yuuta's mind right this very moment. /Why do I have to be the brother of a tensai? If only he didn't exist.../ Fuji opened the closet beside the entry and got out his shoes. "I'm going out for a run; tell me how it is at St. Rudolph, okay?" With the regular smile, he opened the door and disappeared.
Yuuta said nothing, he watched silently at his aniki run around the corner of the street. /It's all your fault aniki.../
PRESENT
Fuji frowned at the memory, but quickly smiled again. He was a prodigy, and he knew it. Everyone came praising him "Fuji you're so great!!" That was him... wonderful, a genius, fantastic, almost too good to be true.
Maybe it isn't true.
Fuji chuckled to himself beside Tezuka. The captain looked at him, confused. "What's so funny?"
"Aa... nothing. I just thought of something amusing."
The captain said nothing, Fuji had a strange... somewhat twisted sense of humour. Tezuka didn't really want to know what was so funny for the tensai.
/I'm Fuji Syuusuke.../ Fuji thought to himself, /A gifted child from the heavens, an angel from God, so kind, helpful... just so perfect./ and he does emphasize the word 'perfect.' Ever since when he was little, those words repeated in his head.
Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. Perfect.
/Syuusuke, you're just so perfect.../ he complimented himself, laughing harder, causing Tezuka to look over in concern. /So perfect... Yuuta hates you now. So perfect that you've worked so hard to maintain that position. So perfect...makes you want to puke.../
Bleagh! "Fuji!!" Everyone looked at the fallen boy. "Oh my god Fuji! What's wrong?" Eiji rushed over from his practice game with Oishi. "Fujiko, you're vomiting out blood!"
"I'm getting the nurse!!" Oishi was already running at top speed to the infirmary.
Cough. Cough. Bleagh! Fuji wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve. Blood was slowly oozing from his lips to the ground. He wasn't barfing a lot, but it smelled horrible.
"Heh," Fuji smiled. The blood on his fingers flow fast but drop slow.
Drip... one
Drip... two
Drip... three
Drip... four
"Maah.." so perfect, it's disgusting.
End
Tetei: I know it sucked... bwah! I recorded!! 10 minutes -.-;; if you're reading this far... I congratulate you... really I do. It's so boring; I doubt any are reading this right now. I repeated the word 'perfect' too much. Maybe the title should've been 'perfect' oh well =/ shrugs
This has GOT to be the shortest piece I have ever written !! Oh well.