Boo. Got You.
Atobe was never the genki type, nor was he the overly talkative one – though at times he was; given certain situations, of course – but he surely was the serious type, and he was sure that there had to be a reason for his restlessness.
Of course, that was something he wouldn't admit, even if it was pretty evident.
Even if it hurt him, pained him. So much.
Was he playing an endless game again to get hurt in the end?
His eyes fell on the grass, the smell of nature enveloping him, with him inhaling it through his nostrils. This was the scene he loved the most, not some strange picture of Sengoku's bright tangerine hair near his face, the Yamabuki ace's head resting on his shoulder. Not the image of Sengoku's pathetic smile that made him smile as well, though just mildly. Not Sengoku himself who made him feel that life was just too kind to him.
He smiled, just slightly, at the memory of the said Yamabuki ace, and chuckled almost audibly, so as to not let the other people recognize the sudden change in him.
And, even if he didn't like to admit it, he was happy just thinking of the person. He was happy just thinking of how Sengoku smiles at him.
He was happy though it hurt, so much at that, that he'd be more than willing to play the game he once ended so harshly again.
"Do you plan to stare at the grass all day? Touji's waiting."
Atobe turned around and let out a sigh.
"I'm doing nature appreciation. Now, let's go."
Until the day the game ends, he'd be trying to hide from the fact that he loved Sengoku though the lucky guy loved someone else.
Until Sengoku finally sees him.
And when that time comes, perhaps, he won't be hiding anymore. He'd be the one who's 'it'.
And then the game of hide-and-seek won't be too lonely.
6:08p 13 June 05 329 words