Center of the Sun
Haze
There are times when I'm not really sleeping.
That's not to say I'm really awake either, because minutes later I'll find myself slipping back into the darkness of dreams. So it's only a matter of waiting.
Lately, I've been waking when our Doubles One play. I can tell because through the fog of sleep, I hear the sound of a tennis ball hitting the ground at nearly 200 mph, and later, the pitter patter of feet moving at unbelievable speed. And as I lay there, waiting for sleep to claim me again, I watch Shishido place a praising hand on Ootori's shoulder, leaving it there a tad longer than one would expect from someone as gruff as Shishido. And I watch Ootori smile with a sincerity that is not always there.
They do not realize it yet.
The corners of my lips curl upwards before darkness overtook me again.
Author's Note: Wasn't expecting to write this...so I don't know what to do with it now. A series? Who knows.
Gah! The plot bunnies are attacking! Noooo!
- Inaho