Title: Watching it with you.
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Theme: #14 Somei Yoshino
Pairing: Marui x Jiroh
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I do not own Prince of Tennis

Jiroh didn't know what to do.

'Why does he always bring it up?'

Jealousy is scary, worrisome in his case.

Atobe dosen't need him anymore, he has a new toy.

'I need Marui. That's it; really, I won't let him slip through my fingers. I can't.' Watching the somei yoshino blossoms hanging down, clinging on the tree reminded him how close, they were. 'I don't like this loneliness.' He tugged away a white blossom, pink tints on the petals. Fingering it gently, he remembers so much. First day they met, first they laughed, first day they cried, first day they kissed. He hugged himself, tears sliding down his face. They met in their 2nd year of Jr. High, he, Atobe, and Oshitari were both the only 2nd year regulars then. Sanada beat Oshitari pretty badly; a 3rd year member was going to play against Marui. He was a genius then, he still was now. He admired him very much, and wasn't afraid to show it. Congratulating him, commenting him and even asking for a game. A year later, they met again, became friends, and confided each other with problems and what not. He knew he was a whiner, no doubt about it, but never the less, he listened, and he listened to him. Jiroh treasured this tree, the pureness of the flower, it was pretty and bright. Somehow he felt disgusted. Pureness, is there really such thing as a pure person? People who can't make mistakes, people who are beautiful, people who are intelligent, people like that, is there really people like that? It felt like questioning humanity, does God intend to make us perfect? Or are we his source of entertainment? All around him, couples were smooching and confessing underneath the rows and rows of pure flowers. What does He want me to do? 2 days that passed were all wasted, 2 days that they could have spent together. Gone. It's too late, right? He cried. He really didn't want to believe that. He felt a tug, someone was tugging his hair. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. "Bunta?" "It's cold. Come on, your younger brother and sister misses you." Jiroh grabbed his hand unconsciously as they walked hand in hand out of the path of pure white blossoms.

A/N: Whoo! An actual update, my updates will probably be slower now cuz my arms hurt. Grade 9 shots suck!