Title: "It Was All You" (Zenbu Kimidatta)
Chapter: "And That's A Fact" Part 1/3, Chapter 2/4
Author: Hanako Fukuoka
Translator: The Seijin
Pairing:
Atobe/Shishido, Ohtori/Shishido. Jirou/Atobe (both pairs seme/uke irrelevant)
Warning:
Sort of death fic (in which the character starts as dead)
Rating:
PG
Disclaimer:
PLEASE TAKE NOTE, this fic is NOT written by me. All I have done is translate an original Japanese fanfic. And obviously neither of us own PoT.
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http/no.cure.to/cu/

Chapter 2: And That's A Fact

The first thing I saw upon waking up was the glaring face of Atobe peering down at me.

"……what, today's Saturday…"
"Well don't set the alarm if you don't need to wake up early!"
"Huh?"
"It's been ringing for ages! Notice already! It's so bloody loud it makes my head hurt!"
"Yeah, well….."
"I can't stop it!"
Oh.
Finally, I started remembering the events from last night. I remembered why Atobe was here in my house as if it were his God given right, and the reason he wasn't able to turn off the alarm.
"Oh, I'm so sorry….."
"Your voice lacks sincerity."
I grabbed the now silent alarm clock. This little object that sits with a definite weight on my palm.
"Here!"
"What the hell's that for!"
The clock I threw aiming for Atobe's chest passed right through him and hit the wall behind, and fell with a definitive thud on the floor.
"So it does pass through you."
"Don't you remember? I showed you yesterday. I'd always thought you were stupid, you were an idiot, but who would have thought that it was to this degree."
"Shut up!"
As if I could accept this situation so quickly. That Atobe who had died has returned to this world like this. "What's wrong, Ryou? How odd. Aren't you hungry?"
"Nn…….."
Mum makes an odd face at me, since I only took one bite of my favorite cheese sandwich and dropped my head on the dining table. Too many things happened yesterday. Even with my unbreakable perseverance and stamina, felt exhausted.

(Bloody Atobe...)

After explaining the basics last night, Atobe announced that he would be staying at my place for a while.
Huh? Why?
When I furrowed my brows deeply, Atobe looked slightly disturbed. Unusually so.
Does it matter? It's not like I'll be around you 24/7. And it's likely that no one else asides you can see or hear me. I'd just get bored being here the whole time.
Really? Am I the only one who can see you?
You can find that out for yourself later.
Atobe stood abruptly, as if to say this is the end of this conversation. Apparently I have no say in his decision for him staying here. I lay down on my bed, beginning to care less. I was about to go to sleep anyway. Before he appeared in front of me, that is.
Then where are you going to sleep? We have a sofa in the living room. The floor's good too.
As if he'd sleep on the floor though, I think to myself. As expected, Atobe graces his face with the expression of utter disgust.
There's no need

Huh?

This form I'm in needs no food or sleep.

So…

It means I have to be awake all the time.

Wouldn't that be painful? To be unable to touch or sleep. Then how are you supposed to spend those nights when everybody else is asleep? Atobe snorts at me lightly, noticing my sudden silence.Idiot. It's not something you need to worry over with your sorry brain. Just go to sleep.
He says it in an unnecessarily thorny way, but I guess he means don't worry about it.
Well, if you say so..
It is true that nothing will change by me mulling over it. I snuggle under my blanket.
So what are you going to do for tonight?
I'll observe your house thoroughly.
It's not like your house with heaps of stuff in it. There isn't much to look at. And don't look into the privacy of my parents, ok? I say so, and carefully look at Atobe who sat I'm (not sure if he is actually sitting) pompously on the chair.
Hey...
What?
You won't like, have disappeared tomorrow morning when I wake up, right?
I just felt like I was dreaming. That I was in a dream that I'd just conjured up, so when I wake up the next day there will be no Atobe and the day will start as usual… Or maybe, Atobe's death, too, felt like a dream to me.
...What, is it that boring without me?
'S if …
I pull my blankets over my head. That's not the point. More like, I couldn't believe it. So many things had happened, and I wasn't able to sort them out for myself.
And as proof, I hadn't cried once since Atobe's death. Even Oshitari shed tears in the shadows at Atobe's funeral. I didn't try to act cheerful like Gakuto, and I didn't shows obvious signs of depression like Choutarou or Kabaji. Despite it being so intense in the early stages, now, it was just the usual. Even though a friend, whom I always fought with but never held an animosity towards, had died. Maybe I'm a cold hearted bastard.
I return to the present state, having thought so far. Atobe, who had apparently been looking at me during that time, turns his gaze from me as I peek out from under my blankets.
I won't have disappeared in the morning. I'll be here.
I must have felt relieved, as sleep dragged me.

And so here we are now.

(...yeah...)

I recall completely, and brace my head. Atobe, who had been mad about the noisy alarm. I grumble internally that if it were so loud he just should have gone outside or something, but maybe.

(Because he said he'll be here, last night.)Sometimes, Atobe can be remarkably considerate. For example, he remembers the birthdays of the regulars in the tennis club, and gives gifts (of course, arrogantly) that you really wanted but can't remember when and where you said you wanted it. Like Gakuto's birthday, what was it called… "Quidam" or something. He seemed to remember Gakuto whining that he couldn't go to see it, and gave him two VIP tickets to the additional performances. He did amuse himself by egging on Gakuto to find an equally weird girl who'd go with him to the performance though.

While thinking so nonchalantly, it suddenly occurred to me.

Atobe had died before reaching his fifteenth birthday.

I climb the stairs and found Atobe sitting by the window sill and looking out. I had opened the windows in the morning so a cool breeze was coming into my room. But Atobe's hair stayed set, unaffected by the draught.
"……….How long must you spend on breakfast."
"Does it matter?"
I hastily closed the windows. But I'm not sure what the cause of my haste was.
"And? What are you going to do now?"
"…………..Ooops…………."
I suddenly recall and look up at the clock. It's almost eleven. Shit.
"I'm going to go street tennis-ing… at lunch…."
"Is all you do tennis?"
"Shut up."
"Who are you going with?"

Feeling slightly guilty for some reason, I answer. I'd forgotten, but another thing that made me confused as much as the appearance of this floating entity in front of me had occurred.

"………Choutarou."

It was also yesterday, crying, he had confessed to me, I love you.

cont.

More Chota in the next chapter. :3