Author's Notes: This is the main story of 7 o'clock news. Actually, you can take them separately, or you could treat 7on as some sort of foreshadowing, and that this story tells what happened before that led to Oishi thinking that way. So there. Please don't mind the x's in between paragraphs. They're to separate them, just in case the spacing in ffnet doesn't work again.
Disclaimers: If fanfic writers did own PoT, then there'd be a lot more.. explicit stuff in there, right? Hehe..
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Your brain mind and spirit, while at rest "review" and analysis in it's own way long term, short term and spirit memory. It kicks around emotions, thoughts, ideas, actions and interactions of the short term memory. ALL THIS data, as well as your subconscious "reading between the lines" of what people do and tell you, is then processed unsupervised by you! All this data is a form of chaos, and your mind (like seeing images in wood grain or clouds) puts it all together in a form of visual "screenplay", a medley of sight, sound,emotion and imagined interactivity. The end result is.... You guessed it, a dream!
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Chapter 2. Inconsistent Angel Things
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Dream Pair.
They had called them the "Dream Pair".
While we were the Golden Pair (THE. PAIR).
I heard from a song that Dreams were inconsistent angel things. Well, Biology destroys all the poesy from the word. Yet still.. dreams were unexplainable, intangible. Unreachable.
As opposed to the Golden pair – shining, precious, processed. Earthly.
Why did they have to name them something ethereal, when we were here, down on earth? I know that many would prefer gold from dreams.. but many a great thing started with dreams which grew wings, flew away, and reached the stars and beyond.
Gold is simply decorative. After it is used, it stays. One can melt it again to form new shapes, but.. gold is still gold. The ones used are actually already an alloy. Gold metal tainted with others to make it stronger.
My subconscious is babbling again. Why was I worrying over such trivial things?
I wouln't give a care if they suddenly named the Eiji-Momo pair, "Glomping Pair", or to think like those actually dub the names, "Wonder Pair". I wouldn't mind at all.
But this was Fuji we're talking about.
I certainly curse the day I got my wrist sprained. Of course, it was for a good cause, babies are our future. And that pregnant woman was helpless.
Where was I?
…Ah, I never expected Fuji to like Eiji the way I do. Who would have been able to tell, since he always gave that eerie smile to everyone. Well, I even thought he would go for Tezuka.
But suddenly, I noticed the subtle differences. Fuji never touched anyone without good reason. Yet always, with Eiji, his hand would be there, resting on any part of his body. Skin to skin! Whether it was to jolt MY partner awake, or maybe swat away some imaginary, disobedient wisps of hair.
And it was always, "Eiji –" or "Neko-chan", or some other affectionate pet name for him.
I'm really becoming crazy!
What I'm feeling isn't normal.. Boys shouldn't love.. love?
Yes. Boys shouldn't love another boy this way. It was just unthinkable. Something that should only happen in… dreams.
It would have been okay if I'd just let these emotions sleep and die away, but somehow.. it had been impossible. Each day I'd see him, be near him, or think of him – makes me like him even more. I can't help but entertain such thoughts.
I am certainly a worry-wort by nature. Eiji always tells me this, but…
If only Eiji would notice.
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After practice, I made sure that the freshmen were doing the job. It turns out that I didn't have to, because Inui was already there with his (handy-dandy) notebook (!). and then, of course, off to look for Eiji.
I never knew I'd regret taking those few minutes to check up on the newcomers.
It was certainly weird, how, we were partners, the main one, of the team, and yet don't go home together everyday. Usually, he'd be with Echizen, or Momo, probably eating unhealthy food, or.. with Fuji.
Sighing that inevitable puff of air, I walked towards the club room, where I'll know he'll be, taking extra care to button up his uniform. Yes, he could be so clumsy with those tiny circles, putting one where it shouldn't be, and ending up having to do them again. It's actually cute...
Arriving at the open door, I immediately spotted his bright mop of hair. Well, I actually don't need to pick him out of the crowd, usually, it was this –
"Oishi!"
Why does he have to sound so happy when he says my name? It's making my heart race… I tried to speak as calmly as I could, "E – Eiji. Hey, would you like to walk home together? Maybe pass by our special place?" It took effort not to stress the last three words.
His wonderful eyes lit up for a moment, before giving that look that he suddenly remembered something, "Ah.. You're too late, Oishi.. Fuji already asked me to go home with him.."
Fuji?!
"—But you're welcome to go with us, nya! It will be fun!"
Somehow, a splitting headache had crept up, and I actually couldn't feel my legs. Do you know the feeling like you're swimming somewhere, and that you don't have any control where you're going? And there's something swimming in your stomach, and the taste reaches your tongue.. Bitter. It was bitter.
I was jealous.
But of course, I was Oishi, his doubles partner. Only his doubles partner.
Maybe I accomplished the task of giving him my normal smile, "Ah, iya, maybe he's planned something… I'll go on ahead, Eiji, see you tomorrow."
"O—kay! Bye-bye, nya!"
I have yet to learn how not to be a coward.
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tbc…
finally done! whew…
please review about the plot, grammar, spelling, my poor attempt at inserting japanese phrases. really, sometimes I feel like I can't do without them, so please forgive me.
thanks, hope you read the next chapter!