O.k. guys, this is chapter 2. Hope you guys like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis...I wish I did though.
Chapter 2:
/ "Tezuka..." /
He hated him.
/ "Kunimitsu..." /
(A/N: I know they are the same person)
He loved him. He loved him with all his confused and broken heart. He did not mean to say that, but he did. Was he cursed? No, Fuji Shuusuke was perfect and perfection was what he hated most.
"Gomen Tezuka, but I-" Fuji couldn't talk anymore, not even to himself. He always burst into tears every time he thought about Tezuka. He did not want to hurt him, he only wanted to make him happy so he could smile for him. Not the smile he always wore. A smile full of love and happiness, but Tezuka never smiled because he was cursed with his own problems. Fuji Envied him for that, and soon he hated him. He hated him because he was cursed. Tezuka was never perfect. He was. Maybe being perfect was stupid to him. It was just stupid. Some days he wanted to kill himself, others he just wanted to cry.
"Do you hate me?" Fuji questioned himself. Was he really suppose to hate Tezuka?
"No, I should hate you, yes. I should hate you. Right?" Fuji's mind twirled and twisted. His mid was black. He didn't know the outcome of all of this confused madness running in his head. Fuji closed his eye for a moment.
"I am Fuji Shuusuke, I am the tensai. I am perfect, I will figure this out." He placed his head on a nearby pillow, which supported his aching head.
"But I hate being perfect."
Tezuka had still been thinking about Fuji's words. They kept echoing in his head, and each time he heard his echo his heart felt heavy, and his thoughts were interfered with. How he longed to get his voice out of his head, but they were stuck there. They were never going to disappear.
Tezuka wished he could drown, drown in his sea of sorrows. He was sitting near the window where he saw the vast world in front of him. The vast world in front of him seemed to have lost its magical and enchanting beauty, but maybe it was just he himself that lost everything he had Fuji always was the sadistic kind of person. He loved watching others lose, and drink Inui's special vegetable juice. Tezuka let out a heavy sigh. He had to get over it sooner or later, but something kept tugging at his heart. Something that used to be kept at the back of his mind. He wanted Fuji.
No other person could compare to Fuji, and no one could smile the way he did. Tezuka remembered his words once more.
"Hating you." Those words echoed in his head.
"I don't need him."
In truth he really did need him.
"Fuji your going to be late for school!" Fuji toppled out of his bed. It was 7:20AM.
"..." Never in his life has he overslept, and missed waking up to the alarm. Fuji just quickly got dressed, brushed his teeth then washed his face.
"Fuji!"
"Hai hai, I'm coming!" Fuji made his way downstairs to the kitchen, where his sister had called him too. Fuji walked into the kitchen, when he heard his sister gasp.
"Fuji Shuusuke! What have you been doing all night?" His sister looks at the bags that were under his eyes.
"What?"
"You are not going to school today. Sleep is what you need," Fuji's sister pushed Fuji back upstairs into his room. Fuji just laid back in his bed when he got into his room.
"At least I don't have to see him. Not for today anyways," Fuji's eyes closed as he fell into a deep sleep trying to forget the face of one. That one face that could just kill him.
I'm so sorry this is short. Anyways maybe this chapter was confusing too? Ya? Oh well. I don't have much time to write anymore. Homework has been piling up, and I can't write as often. Maybe the next chapter will come out as soon as possible!
As for now, please read and review!
